Her Ruthless Revenge: From Betrayed Rogue to the Alpha King's Queen

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rawn across my marked shoulder, the only barrier between my secret shame and the world. My pock

me to mind.

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tuary for Rogues like me. It was run by a woman named Rowan Shaw, a

feat. It meant returning to the li

d no oth

, who shot me a wary look in the

he entrance, a rusted sign shaped like a wolf's head hung at an angle, c

nd and smell-loud music, stale smoke, cheap liquor, and t

e clothes of a Pack wolf, even if they w

res and walked st

hair and tattooed arms was polishing a glass. Rowan S

irl?" she asked

raw whisper. "I nee

t take in strays from Packs. You

slowly loosened the scarf from around

seemed to glow in the gloom. It pulsed with an energy so pot

the bite. Her expression shifted from skepticism to s

d, her voice low. "Tha

closest to us fell silent. Their curious stares turned to a mixtur

bbed a bottle of whiskey and poured a generous shot i

uor burned a fiery path down my thro

Alright. Tell me how you managed to get

ssion, Hassan's betrayal, the

tious, incompetent fool. Sacrificed you to marry into the Sharpe family."

, "he's not just an Alpha. He's a monster. A tyrant who personally s

n, I had understood only the extent of Darius's

g and a curse. It means no one in their right mind will dare to t

key. "There's an empty room upstairs. It'

my fingers num

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d and lo

e King doesn't let his prize go. You have two choices now. You either get tam