Bound to the Gamma Battle Lines

Chosen as the Cursed Alpha's Seventh Bride

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Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack-to become Sebastian Simons' seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone's thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian's. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim-or the only one who can break the curse?

Werewolf Fantasy Betrayal Flash marriage Alpha Royalty Arranged Marriage Substitute Bride

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An annoyed sigh escapes my lips.

New York was famous for its crazy lengthy traffic and while it may not be as crazy as the traffic Shu -my friend- claims is in Beijing, it sure is to make a person go crazy especially on a Monday morning.

I draw my lips gently in between my teeth wondering if I should walk the remaining distance to work or risk being late by sitting in the uber. My eyes fall on the man sitting by the side of a Dunkin shop on the pavement, his palms open and a scarf covering his face despite it being summer.

I stare at his shirt which was neat in contrast to his trousers, his backpack held close to his chest as he watched people walk past him.

My heart peels out of my chest.

Freshly homeless?

Ok. Change of plans.

I grab my bag and step out of the uber making sure to pay with a small sorry.

"Here" I pull out the lunch I had packed for myself handing it over to the man watching as his dull brown eyes light up.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and cracky.

"Sure! Apparently I don't like cheese as much as I thought." I give him what I think is a disarming smile but by the contorted look on his face, it might as well be an alien proving his paternity by my smile.

"Alright, thank you." he reaches out to accept it.

"You know, down the street, just around the corner at the 31st, an organization shares meals there every Thursdays."

He looks up at me again, "I see. Shouldn't you be going?''

I frown, 'is he telling me off?'

"I should." I say nodding my head slowly while he just looks at me.

'Whatever. I'd better get to work.' I say in my mind and turn away abruptly.

"What the fuck?!!" I screech, staring down at brown liquid stain spreading over my white shirt fast.

"Shit. My coffee." A cold voice says from above me.

"Fuck!. Couldn't you look at where you're going?" I yell, searching my bag frantically for tissues.

"Lady, you just wasted my entire coffee." a self-concieted voice speaks above my head.

"The fuck? You spilled your coffee on me." I say emphasizing the 'your' while dabbing the spreading stain with tissues that do nothing to help.

"I'm very busy and I don't have time to trade words with you. But, I'll give you this advice, Next time look at where you are going." The cold voice speaks again.

Now, I'm a fairly decent person, but right now, my anger is about to boil over the top because this person is exasperating.

I raise my head, ready to put this guy in his place but my mouth forgets how to speak for a moment as my eyes hit the most beautiful face I'd ever come across since my birth.

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