The Scarred Alpha's Defiant Substitute Bride

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hrobbing ache flared behind my temples, as if a semi-truck had driven straight thro

rance that belonged only to a dominant werewolf, so sharp it made my pulse spike into a frantic rhythm. In

t filtered through the stained curtains of the motel room,

mine, sparking a jolt of raw electricity that had felt like lightning sinking directly

ed me a broken, wolfless nobody who lacked an inner wolf, a silent, anci

led in on himself, shaking the cheap mattress as hi

oreness, grabbing an oversized black button-down shirt from the floor. I slipped it over my shoulders,

nsettling feeling of belonging through my gut. I shoved t

brown skin was turning a sickening, ashy gray. Black, spidery veins

To our kind, silver is the ultimate lethality, capable of burning wolf spirits to ash and melting internal organs in

ids snap

blood vessels ruptured across the whites and wild fury cloudi

ct, he surged off the mattress. His large ha

of my lungs as his towering frame pinned me against the wall, his feverish

his voice deep, gravelly,

r, yet his own pulse was racing errat

ing blue eyes, refusing to flinc

uld already be a corpse rotti

my voice caught him off guard, and the brutal pres

ion was al

needle flashed in the dim light. Before he could react, I drove it deep into a pressur

gged features as the needle intercepted the toxic flow. The terrifying str

me. Our chests rose and fell in synchronized gasps, trapped in a dangerously close embrace where the sharp scent

d, gritting my teeth as I dra

ws, but his eyes never left me. They tracked every breath I to

guidance. To survive that concentration of liquid silver without his wolf spirit burning away meant he was

chest heaved, but the natural domi

warped wooden nightstand, and poured a gla

athing," I said, setting the p

ted down the oversized shirt hanging loosely over my bare t

s if searching for the right word t

ing away every ounce of emotion. "You were burning with an aphrod

he tiny room dropped several degrees, thick with the

sink, I pushed my damp, messy hair behind my ears, revealing the

irl discarded on a remote farm, deemed useless because I couldn't shift into a beast.

in the glass. "If that silver isn't purged from your marrow with

r of high-tier werewolves was already knitting his shredded stamina back

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sink to tell him exactly where he could shove h

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