The Warlord Alpha's Scarred Sacrificial Mate

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, the air turning heavy und

and the unreadable expression of their Alpha King. Roric remained frozen on his knees, his knuckles turning white agai

hed across her delicate features, but she scrambled to maintain her f

red cheeks. "She stole this medical terminology from my private study to deceive you! She knows nothing of hea

bars of the inner cell, a cold,

arp golden gaze across the narrow space, "why don't you test her pulse yours

intrigue flared in the depths of his golden eyes. The intellectual c

attention down toward the trem

s beneath the heavy folds of her white fox-fur cloak. "You know how delicate m

ce. His large, scarred hand reached out with deliberate smoot

closed his eyes, his breathing falling into absolute silence as his heightened

wo seconds. T

se beneath his thumb was a steady, robust eighty-two beats per minute-the heartbea

ied family, but she was also the woman he believed had bled to save his life in the northern blizzards ten years a

fall back to his side. His golden eyes masked the

devoid of accusation. "It seems the Finch healers have greatly exaggerated your c

a hand to her chest as she exhaled a shaky, dramatic breath. "Praise the Moon Goddess... The pain was

ho was still kneeling in the dirt. "Escort Lady Corda back to her guest chambers. The

to his feet, deeply relieved to h

turned to leave, but before she stepped onto the stairs, she cast a fleet

e landing groaned shut, followed by

r, leaving only the two of us

stepping forward until the distance

ed her dignity while sparing my life. But you shouldn't be too lenient. She may not have

eyes, stepping clo

doesn't understand advanced alchemy. The daily restorative tonic she brews to treat your border condition is fundamentally