Forsaken by the Pack, Fated to the Ancient Lord

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father is going to kill me with his own hands-pull my oxygen tu

't know

ll, and for what?" My father's voice cut through the

ve shell, my soul slammed back into my body-ten brutal lifetimes of memory flooding in at once. I was re

across the marble floor

, head of the Waller Pac

red, yanking the velvet curtains shut until shadows swallowed the room.

embarrassment. A wolfless failure, discar

sneered, voice dropping bitter and low. "Your mother left a mountain of debt, and

from his coat, fingers trembl

ilver extraction needles straight into your heart-just to save his precious Ir

pha heir of Chase Pack, strapped me to an operating table and burned my spirit away with silv

ess into greedy excitement. "The brokers from Shadow Isle reached out yesterday. Astronomical pa

ighest Lycan bloodlines. Even the Contine

the modern packs despise. Who cares? Bind a dying female's fading core to a termi

g against the metal bed rail.

the Shadow Isle outer council. With that, the Wall

while memorizing every word. Packs were just corporate cartels with fangs-gene rank decide

secure wealth for the family," he whis

. His manicured fingers hove

ed shoes squeaked once, then

gainst my cheek. "Tomorrow morning, Chase Group broadcasts their charity engagement gala.

mpty shell-worth m

filial duty inside

then loosened. He turned and took half a step back from the bed, a

each the underworld, don't b

ed the v

blood-oxygen curve p

a faint, suffocating blue, and mimicked

ping numbers, a sick grin

he black-market morgue van is

but his hands shook so badly the gold li

led meridians, the pure White

red awake inside my consciousness,

ay smoke into the dim air, and stepped

flashed with the terrifying, irid