The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

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ha Command flooded the room, ratt

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thout flinching, smearing the dark herbal past

y mother locked in a subterranean cavern to harvest

oble court mocked me as a powerl

er's ancient lineage erupted in my veins, awaken

ushed wolfsbane and moonlight herbs together, fre

s from Prince Kellen Mcfadden-the feared Lycan war god whose legs were cr

awk-like gray eyes scanning me from head

the harsh command of a Pack Alpha. "The carriage

te precision, turning to meet his predatory gaze with a

his calloused hands behind his back, th

venth Prince in your sister's stead is the only useful thi

my voice entirely flat. "Keep your word and leave my peopl

s, his jaw tightening as if searching

shold, turned on his heel, and st

d when a pair of sharp, mocking lau

eep crimson velvet rustling over the wooden floorboards

mate daughter, casually twirling a riding

anicured nails dragging across the coarse, unador

ng ready to be torn to shreds by

ithout yielding an inch, my voice

arriage onto a bastard sister. You

the sneer on her face instantly into pure rage. "Yo

e turning shrill. "Teach her a lesson before

er arm back to whip the silver-barbed leather

ng, my eyes lock

hs of my amber eyes as my right ha

ss my cheek, my fingers clamped down aro

oth hands, using all her werewolf strength, but the whip remai

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lled hard, weaponizing he

rd, crashing violently onto the hardwood floor wi

m of agony, clutching her br

her spine hit the stone wall, pointing a tremblin

tance between us as the silver-tipped bone needle hidde

around Alverta's slender throat, sla

il she could feel the ice in my breath, "and

ng uselessly at my forearm, her boots kicking the

y grip in p

f wet flour, clutching her bruised neck

nce, walked over to the wardrobe, and p

ver my shoulders, I fasten

n the bedroom floor, I pushed open the door

ered black carriage, entirely stripped of any r