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His Defiant Luna: The Alpha Prince's Secret Healer

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 766    |    Released on: Today at 12:23

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the man. He was sitting, yet the aura of power rolling off him wa

? That's interesting. I wasn't aware the Shar

he were assessing a new piece on a chessboard

Soaking in someone else's spring in the mi

ame is Gideon Carlisle. As for being a pervert.

cle, the "Iron Prince," who had supposedly been crippled by a silver

om Healer' in this area, whose skills are divine. Your appearance here, in th

r now. He'd bought this land t

, a mysterious smile gr

e. "You're wasting your time. This isn't a simple injury. It's a compound poison-silver dust mixed with the neurotoxin of a b

e appraisal in his eyes morphed into shock, then i

he royal court knew the exact nature of the poison. And th

coming a low, menacin

my veins was reaching its pea

e spring and began to unlac

s a whip crack. "Who gave

pple who can't even stand is tryi

y mouth when a powerful gus

his hand shooting toward my neck like a vipe

low crouch, his fingers grazing

s edge. His upper body strength and speed we

e Lycan bloodline was truly formidable. This world's lore spoke of it

ed me against the spring. Th

me detonated. My vision went

amping around my arm, pulling me against h

eyes open. I was staring

the grave. "Now, tell me your connection to the Pha

odds, I smiled. "Kill me," I rasp

fying second, the pressure buildi

body backward, plunging into the hot spring.

on expelling the poison, ignoring the man on the

lled with suspicion, calculation, and a flic

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His Defiant Luna: The Alpha Prince's Secret Healer
His Defiant Luna: The Alpha Prince's Secret Healer
“The first thing I felt was a splitting headache as mocking maids shoved me into a heavy wedding dress. Then, the memories of this body flooded in. My stepmother had forced a drugged drink down my throat, my stepsister had slashed my face to the bone with a silver comb, and my fiancé, Prince Alaric, had his men beat me. They had planned a cruel spectacle. They dragged me to the altar to be a mad, disfigured bride, ruining my own wedding so my "kind" stepsister could step in and save the day. Under the crystal chandeliers, the entire royal court gasped at my gruesome scars. Alaric looked at me with disgust and publicly declared me a wolfless disgrace, completely unfit to be his Luna, while my stepsister stood poised to take my place. They thought they had broken me. They thought I would just accept my fate as a pathetic stepping stone for their perfect ending. They didn't know the original Florence was dead, and the soul now occupying this body was forged in a ruthless future. Instead of crying, I glided to the altar, pulled a silver pin from my hair, and pressed the sharp point directly against Alaric's throat. "I reject you as my mate." Looking at his terrified eyes, I smiled and made a vow to the stunned crowd. "For the humiliation I've suffered today, I will repay it a hundred times over!"”