Marked By The Monster: The Lycan King's Bride

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bright and cheerful, completely at odds

cil meeting-something about rogue

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ox of books when

security feed.

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sudden, flar

y the Deltas hadn't stopped her. May

recovery," I said, le

e plastered onto her face. "Oh, Eloise. You know how it i

yn," I snapped. "H

es, usually wide and inno

u?" she hissed. "Because you ra

rrected. "You can have Holden. He

g sound. "I want the title. I want the power. And y

ed wrong. Underneath the expensive perfume, there was that

my porch,

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her back. My fingers ba

yn threw her

flew off the porch steps and landed in the gr

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guards?" I shou

e line. Mercenaries. One of them wiped a bloody kni

t ask questions. He charged

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verything he had in

e like a physical blow to the stomach. My legs locked up. I

ed, spitting in my face. "She came h

d, fighting the invisible

ignaled to the merc

an't," I wheez

, yanking my head back. "And by the time he

hing from his p

a dull, menacing

the skin and cuts off the wolf from th

I whis

d it arou

flesh. I screamed, but the sound died in my throat as my energy was su

ust stati

idyn standing up. She brushed the grass off her dress, smirk

anaged to rasp, the silve

me with cold, dead eyes. "Somewhere you can

n sped

with my mind. Alpho

acted like a Faraday cage

van finally stopped, the ai

e stairs. A dungeon. This was the old

a cell. The bars were

he spat. "Maybe when you

gate shut. Th

ating into my neck. I closed my eyes, fight

rvive. I ha

ound out about this...