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Revenge of His Stolen True Mate

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 892    |    Released on: Today at 15:37

a Col

e. Sean and Susan descended on me

yes darting past me as if ch

e parchment with the magical signa

amine it. They couldn't read the symbols, but they could

washing over her face. There was no pity for me in her e

force of it heavy and impersonal, as if I were an object.

ment and put it away. It was

voice sharp and accusator

e weak. "The nurs

s envelope-was already pressed flat against my ribs, hidden in the lining of my coat. They d

nt of what I'd taken.

, already spending the cash they hadn't even collected. Let them think

from my coat and shoving it deep under th

money they'd get from Billy tonight would be the tail end of the bride-price-and that tail end would ha

t them love it. It wa

amiliar knock echoed thro

ingly sweet voices, their fake pleasantries and d

"weakened" state would only further convin

reaked open. Billy's large frame filled the

in satisfaction. He turned to Sean, who was hovering o

owed by Sean and Susan's suppressed gasps of jo

towards me, his eyes full of pred

intending to kiss me. The foul smell of s

om mine, I shot my hand up and sho

d back a step, his face a mask

stance between us. My voice was as

ce contorted with rage. "You bitch, you dare

and I solve your 'problem.' The 'problem' is sol

f our agreement, using his belief

rsh, angry sound. "

money, and they agreed to the terms. You can leave now. Or... would you rather ev

Forcing himself on a weakened Omega who had just undergone a termination ritual was somethin

clenching, but he didn't move closer. He kn

or. "Fine. You've got guts. We'll see about t

counting the money. They looked u

stions. I knew I was safe for the night. And my

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“My aunt shoved a bowl of black, bitter potion in front of me. She commanded me to drink it so they could abort my baby and sell me as a "clean" bride to a brutal Rogue wolf for a hefty bride-price. In my previous life, I was forced to drink it. The cheap herbs ravaged my body but failed to kill my unborn child. Months later, I bled to death in a freezing, filthy shack on the night of the full moon. The Rogue didn't call for a healer, he just kicked my dying body aside and cursed me as useless. Meanwhile, my cousin Khloe stole my family heirloom and used a dark market perfume to mimic my unique scent. She successfully impersonated me to claim my destined Alpha mate, the most powerful man in the capital. She lived a life of ultimate luxury as the future Luna, while my child and I rotted in the dirt. I died never even seeing my baby's face, swallowed by endless darkness. I didn't understand why my own family would trade my life for a few crumpled bills. I understood even less how Khloe could so easily steal the destiny the Moon Goddess gave me, leaving me with nothing but despair. Opening my eyes again, I was back to the exact moment the deadly potion was pushed into my hands. This time, I looked at their greedy faces, and "accidentally" knocked the bowl over.”