The Warlord Alpha's Scarred Sacrificial Mate

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hey believed I was a motherless half-wit, incapable of feeling or fighting back. They had no idea that the instant

ss, coarse hemp rope was already biting into the raw

scraped past my

ds clean?" I whispered, tasting the dry salt of old blood on my lips. "Enjoy your master suite while you can

oom had awakened, flinging my conscious mind across the dimensional divide into a modern dynasty of trauma surgeons and neurotoxicologists. I li

eart stopped, my soul snapp

right hand. From deep within my flesh, a slender band of liquid starmet

cre of sacred domain-the Lunar Space. Inside lay the bubbling White Jade Spring, sterile surgi

," I murmured, my

wn. The moment sunlight hits the peaks, the pack elders will ignite the subterranean pyres and roast

nite edge, aligned my thumb joint with the st

nd through the hemp binding, caught the bone, and

rinted up the steps, and gripped the heavy

dge. An exterior d

touching the cold metal. "No br

d the raised basalt bier i

nly way out is y

ry lay encased in blackened steel armor-a dormant mountain of lethal, p

lutter thrummed ag

le curse had flared in his chest, locking his diap

heavy tunic, braced my foot

down the middle, baring his

of old silver war-wounds, dropping down into tight valleys of iron-hard abs that disappeared beneath heavy leather trousers. Even

is heart, an ink-black curse rune writh

ro-fine needle and an ampoule of concentrated

nto the intercostal space beside the writhing run

The rigid paralysis in his chest snappe

tone bier, stra

scarred terrain of his torso, I pinched his nose, sealed my mo

. Tw

th, his massive f

deafening thump. Air ripped into his

nd shot up, wrapping around the back

hrough the curve of my shoulder, sinking mer

spinal cord. Primal mate-heat flooded my bloodstream,

ock as he sensed the white wolf