Fifty shades of him

Chosen as the Cursed Alpha's Seventh Bride

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Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack-to become Sebastian Simons' seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone's thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian's. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim-or the only one who can break the curse?

Werewolf Fantasy Betrayal Flash marriage Alpha Royalty Arranged Marriage Substitute Bride

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Avery

I'm going to regret this.

Or not.

“This is a very very bad idea, Kate.”

Kate nudges my shoulder, shrugging as I turn away from the chaos to look at her.

“Relax, Avery. It’s just a party,” she says giggling, already half-drunk. I should have known she was drunk when I called her and her responses were slurred. My fucking boyfriend broke up with me tonight and Kate was the only one I could call. Her solution for getting over my ex was joining her at the college boobs and booze party.

“Just a party? There are fucking boobs everywhere..” an obviously drunk blondie with large boobs passes by, waving at me with a wink. “In my face!” I continue as I shoot daggers with my eyes at Kate.

“That was fucking hot,” she laughs, taking one more shot down.

“Kate!”

“Where would you rather be, Avery? At home crying in your fucking bed? Or at this party kissing hot dudes and girls?”

I stay silent, knowing I do not want to do the former. Hell, I do not want to think of him ever again.

Kate leans in closer to me, her dark hard nipples grazing my bare arm. “You might even get fucked with some good dick, not the tiny weenie Derek had you stuck with.”

“Kate,” I whisper-yell, hitting her playfully. She had seen my ex-boyfriend’s dick when she mistakenly walked into my room while I was giving the jerk a blowjob.

“You know I'm only saying the truth girl,” Kate says, raising her eyebrows.

“I’ll stay,” I whisper.

“Now you’re talking bitch.” Kate hands me a cup of what I think should be alcohol but doesn’t quite smell like it. I don’t bother to ask as I hold my breath, downing the contents in a gulp. My throat burns almost immediately.

“Now, take off your top and show off those titties.” I hesitate for a moment, thinking about how much of a bad idea this is. “It’s a boobs and booze party for fucks sake, Avery,” Kate adds, gesturing to her bare titties and alcohol on the table.

“Ladies…ladies,” a dark-skinned dude with beautiful grey eyes walks up to us. He has his eyes fixed on my legs.

“Heavens, those are perfect legs.” He licks his bottom lip and finally drags his eyes to mine. “I’ll give anything to spread them and have you sit on my face,” he adds.

“Avery, Ben. Ben, Avery,” Kate says, doing the awkward introductory part.

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