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The Alpha War God's Reborn Destined Mate

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1217    |    Released on: Today at 11:28

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ower lip. The metallic warmth of fresh blood welled up, trickling down my chin. Instead of striking me, Cooper

smooth as poison. "Even though your body has been sta

ver the raised, blackened scar that snaked across my skin-a wou

t inner wolf, I will still treat you as before," Cooper murmured, his tone turning venomously swe

twist away, his hand clamped around my jaw, forcing my bloody teeth ap

n. Ground silver-the one lethal bane capable of destroying a werew

ripping the fine fabric, but Cooper pinned

st his chest. "Do not be afraid. Your husband will stay right here with you. Do you know, from the first moment I saw

ld, quiet sigh

er blade, and your wolf went dormant, forcing the Hewitt heir, Firman, to

belly and my soul at the same time. The silver poison raced through my veins like boiling acid, dissolv

dyeing the bedding dark crimson. My pup... Deep within my consciousness, my fragile inner wolf let out one last despa

ips into a relieved, sickening smile and gathered me tighte

eer hatred, I drove both hands against his ches

sound tearing ragged from

lood mixed with silver residue sprayed from my lips. My strength

y eyes, I let out a wet, rattling laugh. I should have known. Now that he had used my body to frame Arther and secur

hrough the red froth bubbling in my throat, glaring into his widen

eartbeat stuttered to a halt, the cold smugness on

p shoulders. "I didn't mean to-it wasn't mean

or and roaring wildly into the courtyard for a

nd a soul whose flesh had been shredded by pure silver. The cold seeped into

her of the Moon Goddess, I did not vanish into the void; instead, I floa

heart had been torn in two. My ghostly stomach churned with pure disgust. He was the butcher who had pou

from the vaulted stone pillars, and hundreds of white beeswax candles illuminated the bower of pale winter roses. Cooper held a grand Wake that

ne catafalque. My lifeless body lay encased within a carved limestone sarcophagus fitted with a heavy frost-glass viewing lid. Through

stone hall in hollow, echoing silence. Dying with such monstrous grievances

he ambient air grew impossibly heavy, thrumming with the cru

ression aura had descended over the grounds like an iron bell-an apex predator's presence so terrifyin

doors parted w

the stormy shadows into the hall, radiating the lethal Alph

instant he caught that terrifying scent, his bloodshot eyes bulged with venomous shoc

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The Alpha War God's Reborn Destined Mate
The Alpha War God's Reborn Destined Mate
“I poured my entire clan's wealth into raising my commoner husband, Cooper, to the royal court. But at the royal banquet, I was drugged and framed for sleeping with the supreme Pack Alpha, Arther. Cooper burst into the room with the royal guards, his face twisted in fake grief as he pointed his sword at us. "How dare you defile my wife inside the royal palace!" He condemned me to the family dungeon and personally forced lethal silver poison down my throat. As the molten fire scorched my veins, I realized in horror that I was pregnant with Arther's child, but Cooper just watched me bleed out with a cruel smile. Floating as a bodiless soul, I watched Cooper play the heartbroken widower to steal my noble status. I also heard my illegitimate half-sister Kiya laughing about how they had conspired to slash my face and cripple my Inner Wolf years ago, just so Cooper could play my loyal savior. The only one who truly mourned me was Arther, the feared war god, who slaughtered his way into my funeral to avenge me and wept blood over my ice coffin. Until my soul faded, I hated myself for being such a blind, timid fool. My entire miserable life had been a carefully staged trap by the people I trusted most. Opening my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom years ago, my face flawless and my fate still in my hands. This time, I would tear their masks off and make them pay a thousandfold.”