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The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 764    |    Released on: Today at 16:39

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Justine returned to the Hebert Pack for a visit, playin

a gown so opulent it was almost vulgar. She was trying

?" my maid, Cora, muttered beside me. Cora was

ing with false pity. "Poor sister. How sad that you'll soon be off to serv

your concern, Sister. But you needn't worry about

ca Foster has been spending a great deal of time with Alpha Jamel. They are cousins,

on her face. Bianca wa

nd some interesting old herbs. They seemed to be... for preventing conception. She said they have a pec

ster. Be careful you're not being undermined by someone. After all, a partner who

re, especially now that she had lost her confidante, Agnes. Th

tared at me, her eyes burning with a h

re time to waste on her. My future wa

e Royal Guard and a magnificent carriage. Nearly every Alpha from t

tark and deliberate. I saw her and Jamel in the c

Buren, on the grounds of "ill health," remained in the capital. His abs

my back straight, a polite smile fixed o

ing uncontrollably. I comforted her, promising I wou

it began to move, I lifted the curtain

tanding motionless, staring at my carriage

in fall, cuttin

ner. Goodbye to my f

s castle was even more magnificent than I remembered, a fortres

ectly to the

ng, middle-aged

e said, offering a curtsey that was technically cor

n, I was on a new and far

ers. They were luxurious

aying for the kingdom. He will not be coming," Herta

me and Cora alone in

g. Waiting to finally meet the "

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The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession
The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession
“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.”