The Crippled Alpha's Secret Reborn Mate

Chapter 6

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hand was warm and strong, his calloused palm a stark contrast to the delicate silve

ust a girl, startled by the

f pain-surfaced, and I instincti

d over the back of my hand, a slow, deliberate movement that s

, his voice a low rumble. "To wager an unve

wagering that you need this informat

It transformed his face, softening th

cked the silver wolf pendant from my palm. He didn't just pocket it. He sli

dly intimate. I blinked,

at Aniyah, who was watching us with wide, wary eyes. "She's been given a dose of Mo

his 'crippled' prince was far more knowledgeable, f

her?" I asked,

his coat. He uncapped it and shook a tiny, dark pill into his palm

ing. "Miss...?" She saw me and relief flooded her face. Then her gaz

, my voice softer than I inten

he air. I saw something soften in Dam

ck," he said. It

a shield. With him, no one woul

is seemed like a mockery now, a calculated performance for a world he was secretly plotting

ic of the ballroom gr

id, his voice laced with dry amusem

ring girls. She was gesturing dramatically, her face a mask of tragic concern, poi

aid, my voice

ire assistan

r, this could all be over in an insta

. "This is my stage. I only

e to tear down their

solve in my eyes, and gave a si

e deeper shadows of

head toward the stone pillar beside the trellis. "Leave her

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“I was forced to attend the grand Bloom Gala. My stepsister, April, glided towards me in her emerald dress and pressed a glass of champagne into my hand. "Drink this. You must be nervous," she smiled, as sweet as poison. It was this exact glass of drugged wine that started my ultimate ruin. After drinking it, I lost consciousness and was dragged to the Nightingale Pavilion, where I was forcibly mated by Alpha Hamilton. April then orchestrated a grand show, leading the entire party to "discover" my scandal. I was instantly branded a shameless Omega, paraded as a disgrace, and became nothing but a stepping stone for Hamilton's ambition to take the throne. When I was no longer useful, he chained me in a damp dungeon and slid a silver blade into my pregnant belly. I screamed silently as the life drained from me, the warmth of my unborn child turning cold. April just stood there, watching my gruesome death with hidden malice. Until I died, I couldn't accept it. Why did my own family weave such a vicious web just to destroy me for power? The sharp sound of shattering glass suddenly pulled me back from the nightmare. I stared down at my pale, unscarred hands and flattened my palm against my stomach. It was empty. Safe. I had been reborn to the night I was sixteen, right before the trap was sprung. Looking at April's expectant eyes, I calmly tipped the poisoned champagne into a potted fern. The lamb they had led to slaughter was dead, and the wolf had returned for blood.”