The Wolfless Heiress: Rise of the White Wolf

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ling dirt pressed hard against my nose and mouth, squeezing the last bit of air from my lungs.

a mouthful of wet mud mixed with rotting leaves. My hear

f my face. My wrists wouldn't budge. Coarse hemp rope bound them tig

t through my eyeballs, yet I saw only pitch blackness. T

l. A second later, another heavy load of wet earth

instincts as a former special forces operative

n. Shifting my weight under the heavy dirt, I nudged a tiny air pocket ope

rushed dry branches in the quiet yard. Using the sound to gauge the distance, I calcul

male voice answered

tea was heavy enough to kill a horse. This bl

cy power was waking up, hungrily devouring the toxins. I tried to summon my martial energy, only to find an empty void. In this werewolf kingdom

rry Young Lord Dedrick, I wouldn't have wasted such e

me was Alexandria Cameron, the legitimate eldest daughter of the Cameron Pack Alpha. The woman giving orders above was my stepmother, Beatrice Cameron. To cl

aked lips. Since I now owned this body, I wou

. My body heat was dropping fast against

muscle power. The rope around my wrists was tied with professional knots, but to an escape specialist, every knot had a dead angle.

ained down like a storm, covering my chin an

sees the ground was turned tomorrow morning,

tting leaves on the soles of their heavy boots filled

wn. Just as the boot heel was about to crush my nose, I snapped my head to the s

d, his weight s

dirt so soft he

ehind my back, grinding the hemp fibers against the sharp stone wa

h and forced a hoarse, freez

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