Reborn As The Hidden Lycan's Fated And Defiant Queen

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ns bit into the ra

red with torchlight, illuminating a se

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anson. The Alpha Apparent. The future king. The gown she wore, a c

s honeyed poison, carried on the wind. "Your

up to me, contempt twisti

t a stepping stone. A placeholder. Did you really believe someone like me could ever want someone like you?" He let out a short, c

t sounds, meaningless against the grinding pain i

ray

was a quiet, hollow numbness that spread fr

You were so busy planning your perfect little ceremony, you never even noticed him slipping into my bed every night." She tilted her head, mock

e blow that shatt

d my throat. It wasn't a scream. I

low before Beckham. "Your Highness, Alpha

napped up

owder poisoning, Your Highness. He drank

ray eyes always watching from the shadows of the court. He was Beckham's greate

riddance! He was a stain on this court-limping aroun

ored. He didn't even look at me as he said it

tring

arrow whistled

was absolute, wiping away all thought, all feeling. My body

I di

en form lie discarded in the dirt. The crowd began to scream, not in cele

shape burst through

large, too monstrous. It moved

Killian. He

he limp that had defined him was gone. His every

He was a Lycan. Th

of claws and teeth. He tore through the guards who had chai

eautiful gown tangling around her legs, and she crawled through the dirt like the coward she was. Bec

idn't fol

directly t

st, a sound of such profound agony that it vibrated through my spectral form. He shi

s. Blood-tinged tears streamed down his fac

t through a connection that flared to lif

you for so lo

o me. Mate. I was his mate. The silent, crippled

nd howled. It was a sound of pure, undiluted gr

t my still chest where the arrow protruded. Without

dy con

voice a ragged whisper that only

body instinctively curling around

ng, like a mother's embrace. A voice echoed in t

ld. Go and

nd my world disso