The Lycan's Seductress: His Pup is Mine

AN'S

the way it burns in your throat, the way it pois

y 5:55 a.m

I died in the most literal, cruel way possible

in

gns were always there. I

ore our wedding. His smile no longer reached his eyes. His hugs lingered just

Andersons daughter returned after years of being swapped. Cindy had been their light, their pride, the ad

nto the picture -

us. The little digs, the forced smiles, the glances that lingered a seco

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. The scent of fresh lilies filled the hallways. My designer gown was laid out carefully on the bed,

l it

tore through the m

e up! Please-Mother is

e me, shaking my lifeless body, her trembling hands smudged with the blood that po

couldn'

dn't

tell her I

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every news outl

Andersons sheltered out of pity

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t appearances - always in control of what the world saw. Of course, he'd

s, hair tousled, face pale. He pushed through t

s to me! It's our wedding day, remember? Our ba

he same hands that once held me through sleepless nights, now gr

e. Her sobs were soft but deliberate, the perfect blend of heartbreak

ter... she didn'

. All

s mate. I'd always wondered why Cindy never introduced me to th

ess. And to think that she had confessed to be the one b

I had a child growing inside m

s mate. But no, he didn't want to be see

eft her because sh

made it seem like he loved me till death. And

arrived, mother had fain

hem, sobbing, shaking, dramatically plead

! She was murdered! My sister was kill

ide me, lips quivering, e

canned the room

ggle. Everything looks...

ment. He slammed his

something! She was murdered! In her ow

ed sympathetically but

g everyone. No one leave

d, voice low

oever did this. She

ed a tear. Alm

silent. Then, like a witch stepping out of costu

end this way. But really... you were never meant to be here. Frank only accepted yo

ry dust off her sleeves as h

eath, you'r

d adjustin

ld will mourn the poor, pitiful girl who died too soon. And me

- and walked out, leaving behind nothing bu

ame quickly

I was gone. No autopsy. N

hand in my murder, but in other to protect their precious daughter and image, they ann

helped hide

ey buried

ic annou

t that I had ever

in, a whisper of sc

Zetian Anderson

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dressed in black, grief painted on his face. His voi

Alpha without my Luna, and my pack is on the verge of destruction. So in honour of Zetian's memory, I choose to continue with