The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession

Chapter 6

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t. I couldn't believ

ary Pa

re Marian Faulkner h

felt the sting of breaking skin. I was supposed to be Jamel's Fated Mat

her. Aleta. That bitch was watching me with an expr

ng all control. "I am Jamel's true

cial. "Miss Justine, remember your station. Love does n

ge I couldn't speak. Hot, furio

h rage. "Justine! Be silent! Take

As I was pulled away, I heard Lady Marian's cold voice drift after me. "It

e floor. Mirrors, perfume bottles, jewelry boxes-they shat

d at Agnes. "Aleta! It has to be that b

lady, this is not the time for anger," she murmured. "Think. If you

s right. If I said no, Jamel would eventually mate with some high-bo

accept it. I ha

screaming coming from Justine's room do

y maids and then sat beside me, her expression resolute

rised. "Ag

er said, her eyes clear and firm for the first time in a long while. "Most of Justine's hatred for me was pla

irst time my mother had ever made such a forcefu

g her hand. Getting rid of Agnes was l

from across the estate, but to my surprise, my father actually sided with my mother. He was clearly still furious about Justin

ed at our castle as a guest, clea

r, she finall

ny, when the heavy doors opened. Justine appeared before us, her eyes red an

, Lady Faulkner," she said,

s smile. "A wise choice, chil

condition. I want control of the Faulkner house

She was trying to claw back some semblance of

ent, then nodded. "Very well. But remember,

he older woman was

he held her ground. Slowly, her eyes, full of

, she blamed me for every si

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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.”