Forsaken By The Prince, Destined For The Alpha King

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tes! Let's hurry back to the War Marshal's Ma

arriage seat. I forced down the violent shive

th sharp laughter. The Crown Prince's Manor had barred

Tucker, shrank back and trembled. She wiped a fake te

eyes held none of the old Brynn's cowardice. C

a

violently. A thick, rotting stench filled the air, and dark red blood splattere

, threw her arms over her head,

e rising in my throat, reached out, and

d-trimmed armor were laughing. One of them tossed a bloody wooden club from hand to h

ked with commoners and low-ranking p

Silvermoon Kingdom, every werewolf gets their inner wolf by eighteen, yet she doesn't even have a scent!

the floor and grabbed

ss is warning us! If we don't l

of gloating flickered in her eyes. This maid wasn't worried about my safety;

r hand off

my voice as cold as winter frost. "My parents died fighting at the northern border for th

se of the Crown Prince's name. She lunged forwar

His Highness's name like that is treaso

d my right hand around her wrist. My thumb pres

entire right side of

int scent of medicinal herbs on my fingertips brushed he

ving her to collapse onto the floorboards like a puddle of mud. Turning

t the frame. The laughter in

og blood, and stood with my spine straight. A cool breeze brushed against the thick layer of ugly

ding the bloody club frowned. His ha

rked. "The Crown Prince gave order

s from the gate, my

Prince welcomes the eldest daughter of the War Marshal's Manor with a rotting corp

erewolves who worshiped strength, insulting a f

g, he drew his longsword and thrust the tip through th

r His Highness, and I'll cut you

ink. Instead, I took a half-step forward, b

he royal bloodline, or everything my father left behind would be carved up among the rest of the family. I was twenty-four years and ten months old-only two months remained. The late king had arranged

the War Marshal's Manor are still stationed at the northern border. If your blade cuts

at broke out on his forehead

A middle-aged man in a tailored butler's uniform m

riage door and cried out in relief,

or, stopped behind the iron bars, his eyes sweepin