His Defiant Mate: The Hidden White Wolf

Chapter 4

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Bradf

-Slate's medical equipment had arrived at the abandoned factory outside Riverport, and I needed to

nt of my backpack and sent Slate Knight a coded message: Bring

ck baseball cap low over my brow. Then I slipped down the staff stairs, bypassed the cameras

roared past and kicked up a cloud of dust. The wind s

of the scent: blood, and beneath it the foul stench of flesh s

ind of soul-shaking pressure

sealed my scent. Seconds later, tires screamed arou

d by heavy off-road vehicles. More than a dozen men reeking of bloodlust

in Wol

d medical bay of the Wolfe estate, the ai

es oozed dark blood. The micro-molecular silver toxin designed to kill Lycans burned through my veins; every

rinkled forehead. When he spread a pungent green herbal paste over my torn f

scalpel. "This paste can only slow the silver toxin and kee

murderous light in the dim room. "Then find

e true Ghost Healer techniques. She runs a small clinic in R

pulled a black shirt over my bandaged torso. "There

r open. His eyes dropped uneasily to the fresh

ffs, my Alpha command ringing through th

gan, but one glare from me swa

hway toward Riverport. I sat in the back seat, fingers tapp

actical tablet beepe

is mental voice tight. Intelligence just intercepted

wild dogs actually dared to

d. "If they catch up,

uck burst from a side road, slammed into our lead

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His Defiant Mate: The Hidden White Wolf

Ren Ping Sheng Werewolf

“When my biological father finally brought me back to the Fuentes Pack after years of exile, everyone thought I was just a disgraced daughter born without an inner wolf. But he didn't bring me home out of guilt. He and his mistress-turned-wife just wanted a punching bag, living lavishly on my dead mother's stolen fortune while my half-sister paraded around as the pack's golden princess. When I refused to bow to their daily abuse and humiliation, they decided to completely destroy me. My father threatened to freeze my bank accounts, and my half-sister flaunted her elite gala invitation in my face, mocking my genetic defect. "You're a pathetic defect who can't even shift, so stay in the gutter where you belong." They even hired rogue mercenaries to corner me in a blind alley, paying them to break my legs and ruin my innocence so I could never threaten their perfect family image. They genuinely believed I was a helpless outcast who would die begging for their mercy. They had no idea that the overseas shell companies my father was embezzling millions into were secretly owned by my dark web syndicate. They also didn't know that the supreme Lycan Lord they were desperately trying to flatter had just given me his personal signet ring for saving his life. Watching the armed thugs approach with baseball bats, I didn't scream or run. I just calmly gripped the silver dagger in my pocket, deciding it was time to collect every drop of blood this family owed my mother.”