Sold To The Monster: The Wolfless Bride

INE

s flew open. The rough linen of my pillowcase scratched against my

ew to my throat, fingers tracing the tender skin. It felt

blanket tangled around my legs. A man in a silver mask

gasps. My heart hammered against my ribs. It was t

through me. Was it a dre

h a dull, insistent heat. The visions had started the night it first pulsed with warmth. I wa

oice from last night was ju

r such a... difficult match

k. A man whispered about in terrified tones, a monster, a cripple who ruled his territ

the gloom. My younger stepsister, Bristol, glided in. She

e?" Her voice was soft, like honey. It used to

. "I'm so sorry about this, truly. It's no

w it. A flicker of something in the depths of her blue eyes. It was gone as quickl

behind my ear. "Alpha Kaleb is... very powerful. I'm certain you'l

t that, Bristol let out a theatrical little sniffle, her voice w

ut please-don't take it out on me. I'm o

dn't seem to notice my disgust. Or she chose to ignore it. This wa

e door. I heard a sharp intake of breath-Brennen, my second brother, had

ly open, slamming against the wall. Brennen stood the

ng a trembling finger at me. "What did

face dissolving into tears. She sc

ng with practiced innocence. "She didn't me

The damsel in distress. The

ared to be upset?!" He lunged forward before I could react. His hand clampe

t the corner of the nightstand. A flash of pain, and the room swam with black spots. T

s face inches from mine. His breath

snarled. "You are a substitute

p. It sounded less like fear and more like a

, and collapsed onto the worn rug. The shards of

me. "It's the only thing that might keep that cri

ad, my shoulder, my hand-it was agony. But it was his

isted in a similar rage. His hands, not on my shoulder, but around my neck. The

ity. It was a future. My

d passive. The masked man's killing blow. Brennen's murderous hands. They were all futures I could still change. Terror was a tidal wave, but something else rose with it. Rage. A d

ngled hair fall away from my face. I met Brennen's furious gaze. My eyes, I knew, were no

entary hesitation, that crack in his dominance, was all I needed. His

s calm, cold, and cut through

s were crossed over his chest, his expression one of utter boredom. He looked at the scene-the

is eyes finally landing on me. There

fore stomping out of the room. Bristol followed, a final, perfect tear tracing a path down her

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