The Warlord Alpha's Scarred Sacrificial Mate

Chapter 2

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neck, he surged forward, slamming me

cold stone wall, cutting off any path of escape; his rough fingers traced over my face and tilted up

cent of charred cedarwood, ozone, and dominant Alpha musk crashed agai

into mine, ablaze with deep con

asp vibrating against my collarbone. "The Fin

the legendary White Wolf in your veins. A bloodline of that magnitude does not breed drooling invalids. Were you

e, completely unfazed

l had spent a lifetime on Earth master

ips. I raised my hand, resting two

shed his knuckles. "If I were acting, Alpha, would I have let the Finch family

is fingers loosening a

d you sudden

composure. "My wolf core was slowly maturing beneath the surface. And two minutes ago, when your fangs tore into my neck, the violent spi

t entire

of the few forces capable of jumpstarting a dormant ancient bloodline. My explanation gave

en eyes shifted into a da

ure marks on my neck, sending an el

ed, his gaze dropping to my lips. "Only a sle

ingers against his bare, scarred chest. "Now take your heavy knee

slowly down to the curve of my waist, his grip tightenin

here?" he rumbled, his lips

heavy iron hinges at the top of t

e sharp clatter of drawn broads

e bier with silent, lethal grace, his towering frame dissolving

kicked open with

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The Warlord Alpha's Scarred Sacrificial Mate

Lorraine Fantasy

“I was a top ER doctor from the 21st century, but I woke up on a cold stone slab. I had been reincarnated as an ugly, scarred Omega, sent by my adopted family to be buried alive as a human sacrifice for the dying Warlord Alpha. To avoid being buried with a corpse, I used my medical knowledge to expose that the Alpha was actually faking his coma. But instead of sparing me, he nearly choked me to death and threw me into the kitchens to rot. His "true love" even tried to drain my blood under the guise of a fake cure. When I exposed her lies and proved I was the only one who could truly save him, he agreed to let me treat him. But as a reward, he dragged a silver blade across my wrist and ordered twenty brutal lashes. "A lesson," he sneered, watching me bleed. "To remind you who is master." I endured the agonizing whipping without a single cry, my back torn to shreds. Why did my desperate attempts to save my own life only earn me endless torture from this monster? Bleeding and near death, I looked at his terrified executioner and spun my greatest lie yet. "Your Warlord isn't poisoned. He's infested by a parasite eating his soul." As the executioner dropped to his knees in terror, I closed my eyes and entered my hidden medical space to heal my wounds. From this moment on, the rules of this deadly game were mine to make.”