The Alpha's Assassin Wolfless Mate

Chapter 5

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e had subsided to a dull ache. I could move without my vision blacking out. I was even able to b

mble, and every day she saw me uprig

he gravel path, the angry, whispered chatter. I didn't hav

s, my back to them, pre

, laced with manufactured authority. "We

ad of sweat from my brow with the back of my hand and turned to face them

d, my voice calm and even. "No one appro

ou can give us orders? You're nothing! A wolfl

kered, embolden

at was the final precursor to a physical assa

ning," I said, my voic

rward, shoving me hard in the shoulder. "I'm not

and made contact,

thought. Only

ized her arm. Before she could even process what was happening, I had her wris

he precise nerve cluster

riek of pain tor

taunts frozen on their lips. They had expected a

of them, Jenna, stammered.

ion more pressure with my knee.

emaining three. "Does anyone

with terror. They weren't looking at a disgraced noblewoman. They we

s shock vibrating through the air. Alpha, the target is engaging. It'

Trina's ear, my voice a venomo

ain for the rest of your life without leaving

e body. It wasn't just pain any

was e

me like a piece of trash. I stood up,

out of my sight. And tell everyone else. The next

the whimpering, sobbing Trina to her feet and p

dden silence, my

er a prison. It was my fortress.

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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.”