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The Warlord Alpha's Scarred Sacrificial Mate

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 1070    |    Released on: Today at 20:52

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and the heavy, intoxicating ozone rolling off an aroused Alpha King. The solitary torch moun

dn't sa

silent as a hunting wolf. His heavy boots stopped only when th

nace of his body. His massive silhouette blocked out the torchlight completely. One heavy, muscled thigh stepped forward,

very casually, Seraphina," he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly

with charred cedarwood and raw male musk. I didn't shrin

the only creature in this fo

d fingers brushing against the fresh, swollen puncture marks on my neck. A violent jolt of electrici

ion of a millimeter beneath my earlobe, his sco

mb dragging slowly across the hollow of my throat, pres

ing smirk to

t. My fingertips slid slowly upward over the ridged scar tissue, gliding across his collarbone until my thumbs ligh

the center of his chest, tracing the edge of the writhing black curse rune. "Ingested over months, the unpurified compounds bound to the silver in y

den irises until they were thin rings of mo

waist. With a single, effortless pull, he hauled me upward against him, pressing my pelvi

oked the dip of my hipbone through the torn fabric. "Be my personal physician. Heal me from the shadows, and

wicked laugh again

ed the rough stubble along his jawline, trailing upw

ng his chest back. "I didn't crawl out of the kennels just to become your hidden concubine. If I cure you, I want the official title of Chief Physician of

ure iron. A dangerous, hung

s digging into my flesh with possessive force as he leaned down, hi

elders without royal blood, you must endure the ancient Cleansing Trial of the Silver Whip before the entire court. Twenty strikes of pur

ing down from his jaw until my index fin

red back, my eyes gleaming with cold, intoxicatin

age, awe-struck hunger detona

pale-blue serum. I didn't hand it over; I pressed the ice-cold glass dire

ld rim up until it rested against his lips

rs wrapping completely over mine as he tipped the glass b

t was ins

nished into smooth, golden skin. His ragged

e dust. He took a single step closer, catching my chin between his thumb and forefin

golden eyes burning into mine. "We shall see

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The Warlord Alpha's Scarred Sacrificial Mate
The Warlord Alpha's Scarred Sacrificial Mate
“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.”