The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession

Author: Gale Kaaya

Chapter 1

Word Count: 714 | Released on: Today at 16:39

ir across my eyes like tiny lashes. My arm burned where the Rogue leader, G

cean far below. Before us stood Jamel Faulkner, Al

his Alpha aura pressing heavily against the gale. "Your br

grating sound that cut through the wind. "An exch

loodline, we possessed the same dark hair, the same striking green eyes, and

are about my brother, and I will only trade him for your true Luna. Point her out. Tell me w

ting for the immediate, instinctual claim of a mate. I wait

is gaze darted frantically between us, l

he truth crystallized in my mi

as Gunnar shifted his grip, she leaned her head slightly toward mine. Under the cov

her breath hot against my cheek. "Do you

, but I kept my face entirely im

womb. Did you really think it was a curse from the Moon Goddess? Jamel has been slipping contracep

ring disbelief into pure, unadulterated ice. My inner wol

!" Gunnar barked.

is eyes locked onto Justine, filled

raw but loud enough to echo off the r

. A complete erasu

toward safety while his grip tightened o

smirk flashing across her lips as she looke

ingly calm. I leaned forward, my voice slicing t

tone dripping with dark amusement. "Villai

hanneled every ounce of my remaining strength. I twisted violently, r

ung

eigned sobs morphed into a genuine, piercing shriek of absolute

ied us both over

The rushing wind, Jamel's enraged, horrified shout, and Justine

ushed up to meet us, and d

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The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession

Gale Kaaya Werewolf

“My stepsister and I were held hostage on a crumbling cliff by a Rogue wolf. The Rogue told my Fated Mate, Alpha Jamel, that he could only save one of us. I looked into Jamel's eyes, expecting the unwavering certainty of our soul bond. Instead, he chose my bastard-born stepsister, Justine. "Let Justine go," he commanded, leaving me to die. My heart shattered as I watched Justine mask a triumphant smirk behind her pathetic fake sobs. I was publicly rejected and abandoned by the man whose soul was tied to mine. I laughed, a broken and ugly sound, and sent him my final words through our fraying mind-link. "I curse you. May you never have what you truly desire." Using my last ounce of strength, I broke free, grabbed Justine, and dragged her off the cliff with me. Even as the freezing waves swallowed me, I couldn't understand why the Moon Goddess played such a cruel joke on me. Why did a sacred Fated Mate bond mean absolutely nothing compared to her fake tears? Opening my eyes again, the familiar scent of fresh lilies filled my lungs. I was back in my bedroom, exactly five years in the past. It was the day before the Festival of First Bloom, the starting point of my tragic destiny. I stared at my fifteen-year-old reflection in the mirror, and a chilling smile spread across my lips. This time, I set the rules.”