The Vengeful Wolf and Her Fated Alpha King

Chapter 3

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settled. It spun once mor

droplets had escaped, arcing across the pristine whi

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is eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated shock. He was staring at the silve

s gentle as the summer sky, now held the frozen emptiness of a winter

mont he thought he knew was gone. In her place sat a creature

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wn his temple. He tried to laugh, a choked, nervous sound. "Clara,

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movement, I pulled back

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darting between the gun and the bowl.

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liquid. He saw his reflection in i

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contents of the bowl down his throat. He gulped it down in despe

d. The bow

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The Vengeful Wolf and Her Fated Alpha King

Jv Lingxian Werewolf

“I was the proud heir of the Beaumont pack, but my stepmother and her children coveted everything I had. After a three-day hunger strike, my stepmother's accomplice, Dudley Nixon, brought me a bowl of soup. It was laced with a potent drug designed to force a she-wolf into an uncontrollable heat. In my past life, I drank it. When my grandfather burst into the room and saw me compromised, his heart gave out from the sheer horror and shame. My own father stood aside as my stepmother, Candis, and her children stole my inheritance. They marked me with a rogue wolf, ruined my face, and shattered my leg. Eventually, I was cast out and left to draw my last ragged breath in a freezing, filthy alley. Until the very end, I couldn't forget their triumphant, greedy smiles. I hated my own fragile innocence, and I hated them for dragging my pack's honor through the mud just to satisfy their twisted ambitions. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the very bed where my nightmare began. Dudley was hovering over me, holding that murky brown poison with a sickeningly sweet smile. This time, instead of drinking it, I reached under the nightstand, pulled out a hidden silver pistol, and pointed it right between his eyes. "Drink it," I ordered. The girl who begged for mercy died in that alley. The one who woke up is a starving wolf, and my revenge begins now.”