The Alpha's Assassin Wolfless Mate

Chapter 3

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. The wound was a deep, ragged gash acros

sentence. Infection would set in, then f

the faintest dregs of my body's energy. This time, I wasn't trying to reb

into existence before my eyes, visible only to me. Vital signs scrolled across it

base was

knowledge, tactical schematics, and black-ops data was at m

rauma. Debridement, sutures, infection control

ectant. The fireplace poker, which could be sterilized in the embers. For sutures, I ripped a

rusted pin I'd found on the floorb

aged voice announced. "The Alph

ext. Healers were revered. They used herbs and

healing would have minimal effect on my human soul and zero eff

ily on a wooden staff, blinked at me with kind,

said, reaching a wrink

s reach. "Thank you, but I do

ion shifted from pity to disbelief. In his long lif

is brow furrowed. "Without treatment,

d, gesturing to the pathetic c

horror. "You intend to torture yourself with these...

the guards Alphonso had posted. I could feel

d to en

If I die, it is my choice. It will not be on your consci

hen shook his head, a deep sigh rattling his old frame. He tu

eady reporting this via their mind-link. The wolfless one

the Alpha thin

zed the pin and the threads in the glowing embers of the f

h of the pin to my raw flesh sent a bol

cuses the senses. My hands, though trembling from weakness

, hissing as it burned. Then, taking a de

cuticular technique, closing the layers of tissue from

es. My vision blurred. The world narrowed to the point of

he last kn

. A wave of nausea washed over me, but through

And I had d

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The Alpha's Assassin Wolfless Mate

Dashing Wave Rider Werewolf

“I woke up to a symphony of agony, only to realize I was trapped in the body of a girl who had just been pushed down a flight of stairs. I was once a top-tier operative who died in a fiery explosion, but now I was "Ariel," a despised, wolfless pariah in a primitive werewolf pack. The Alpha, Alphonso West, stood over my broken body, radiating hostility and disgust for the mate he was politically forced to marry. Instead of treating me, he banished me to a dilapidated cottage, fully expecting me to die from my severe, infected chest wound. The pack's servants, led by a cruel girl named Trina, immediately came to humiliate and starve me. They thought I was still the pathetic, lovesick fool they used to beat up for fun. They waited for me to cry, to beg for the Alpha's attention, or to just quietly bleed out in the dirt. The original Ariel had given her entire life for this man's affection, only to be casually murdered by him. How could they treat a human life like worthless garbage? Did they honestly believe I would just lay down and accept this miserable fate? They had no idea the soul inside this shattered body had been replaced. "I think you have the wrong person." I stitched my own torn flesh with a rusted pin, paralyzed the servant who dared to attack me, and openly challenged the Alpha's authority in his own throne room. I didn't need a wolf to survive. I was going to teach this pack what a true apex predator looks like.”