After Rebirth, I Ruined His Alpha Reign

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rown off its wooden frame. This wasn't a search for stolen jewels; it was a deliberate act of humiliation. They wanted me to

And it bore my stepmother El

elped Jade onto the on

her face pale, her lip still split from the guard's whip. Even

warm flame in the freezing ruin of my life. In my last life, I had

nd, left behind by the physician my father had s

ps a trace of comfrey. But as I brought it closer, a faint, acrid sc

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the battlefield. It was a vile poison used by rogue packs-when smeared onto open flesh, it prevented wounds from closing,

to trust the hands that tended my wound

swung open wi

n trailed behind her like an anxious shadow. Eleanor's eyes swept over the overturned furniture, over Jade's trembling form,

th artificial sweetness. "I heard about the horrific m

and slid it across the dusty nightstand toward her. I forced my expression into one of quiet, wound

ith a delicate, trembling quiver. "The sa

She had expected tears, or perhaps a wild, defiant outburst she could

r the rim-without touching the oi

violet eyes looking up at her innocently. "Almo

d. "It is a healing bal

eal my battlefield knowledge. A commander knows tha

y lip quiver. "Doctor... is it supposed to make the skin rot? Ch

dressed as a frigh

he table. He took one deep sniff, and his eyes stretched wide with pure terror. He knew exactly what Ashv

cian gasped out loud

rt, appeared in the doorway. He had come to check on the situation-perhaps d

commotion?" Robert demanded

mbling violently as he held out the jar. "The salve..

because she felt guilt, but because she couldn't comprehend how a bruised, half-s

my father. My voice broke into a desperate sob. "Father... today it is in my medi

time since my biological mother's death, I saw genuine, icy suspicion in his gaze toward his second wife. He

ped dangerously low. "I expect

mered, biting her lip, her authority cru

he a single blade, I had planted

stained me through the cellar fight

vision. This eighteen-year-old body was battered, starved, and covered in open wounds. I

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rd, my body a

I had never seen on him before. It wasn't love, nor was it pity. It was raw, frantic panic-the terror

rt roared at the frozen physician, his v

ust before I hit the floor,

way, a small, cold smile t