The Alpha's Fake Mate Is The Phantom Healer

Chapter 2

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 09/10/2026

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the Hopkins Pack, marched into my ca

d. She froze for a fraction of a second when she saw the breathtakingly han

ance quickly overr

ting into a victorious grin. "The wolfless trash fi

sent me to drag your ruined hide back to the estate. You are taking Lady Ama

at the bed. "Kill that alle

silver-alloy blades, stepping

pulled a poisoned silver dagger from my boot and s

," I said, my voice dead and

gh. "You have no inner wolf, Evangel

ving the hilt of my dagger brutally into his ribs, and kicked t

the bed, the atmospheric pressure in

of bed. His glacial-blue eyes snapped open, g

er. He merely released a fra

ly, but it carried the crushing

he pure psychic pressure. They slammed onto the floorboards, coughing up

e fell over

n the floor. The smug arrogance drained from h

g the hard heel of my combat

ning with a dangerous light. "If she wants me to act as Amand

d doorway, weeping in terror, l

rious Alpha was sitting up, watching

less runt," he murmured, his deep v

or a man dying of silver rot," I s

ver the mattress and stood up, closing the distance between us

mly tilting my chin up. The heat of his skin sent

th pocket change, and now you want to dismiss me?" h

sharp tip of my poisoned dagger firmly against his taut abdominal muscle. "Y

n traveling straight down my arm. He completely ig

shirt, shrugged it on, and vaulted effortlessly o

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The Alpha's Fake Mate Is The Phantom Healer

Qing Jiu Werewolf

“I was born without an Inner Wolf. To the highborn Hopkins Pack, that made me a genetic defect, so my biological mother abandoned me in the lawless borderlands for eighteen years. But suddenly, she sent an elite hit squad to drag me back. She demanded I take my precious sister's place in a mating alliance with a notorious, deformed monster from Shadow Ridge. When I refused to be their sacrificial lamb, they decided to break me. They threatened my adoptive mother, the only person who ever truly cared for me. They even delivered a severed female hand in a bloody wooden box to my doorstep, warning me that if I didn't submit to the beast and act as their spy, my mother would be butchered piece by piece. They thought my lack of fangs and claws made me weak, a pathetic stray they could manipulate at will. They had no idea that in the black markets, I was known as the Phantom Healer-a ghost who traded miraculous cures and lethal neurotoxins. "I told you if you touched her, I would burn this pack to the ground." I whispered those words as I splashed bone-melting acid across their chief enforcer's face. Instead of running from the monster Alpha, I cured his lethal poisoning and struck a fake marriage deal with him. Because beneath his terrifying iron mask, he wasn't a cripple at all, but a devastatingly handsome apex predator who was more than happy to help me slaughter my old pack.”