The Alpha's Assassin Wolfless Mate

Chapter 4

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My body screamed for calories, for hydratio

single piece of bread, hard as a rock, and

it un

. The agent's survival training took over. I recognized the broad leaves of a plantain weed-a natural anti-inflammator

o make a poultice when the cottage d

bringing the cold morning air in with him. Hi

en to me. He took in my pale face, my weak posture, but also the undeniable fact th

e stated, his voice a low rumble of

from my task. "

lked towards me, his presence filling the small spac

posite wall, and my eyes flashed with a warning. "Alpha," I sa

s lips. "You are my intended mate, my responsi

th knew it. His eyes held no warmth, o

sarcasm. "Or are you just concerned I might die a

jaw clenching. For the first time, I saw him at a loss

and the fire-blackened pin on the table. He couldn't reconcile the primitive tools with the clean, effe

sked non

g look, then turned and left

nses, honed by years of living with a

being

different. Professional. The feeling of a sni

t at the trees. I used the reflection in the glass to scan

re. An amateur leaves traces.

ed my lips. The ga

nd in a low, clear voice, I b

tains inulin, a prebiotic fiber. The Plantago major le

erties of the plants. Useless, incomprehen

ge to whoever

nd you have no idea wh

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“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.”