Fangs of Love

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n the bed, rocking my entire figure as if I

pha males, but none like him. They ruled with strength, but he ruled

s all my life, and now I was bound t

deeply? First, she let my pack shun me, marked me with disgrace. And now, she

uch that she had to line up all these

lly deserv

life began with t

isted my hair. I wouldn't even be having

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four stone walls closing in on me. The bed was too soft, the air too cold, the scent of lavender thick in my nost

the bed, dreading the moment the Alpha King w

wide open in seconds. The knock resounded again, but I remained sile

oss the room, searching for somewhere I c

was n

caped my lips as I fiste

sn't the Alpha King. But as a certain thought formed, my breath hitched, the tiny reprieve I felt vani

. Women-many of them mothers, daughters, and sisters-sent by the Alpha to break me. Some hesitated, regret written on their faces. Other

f my lips. I scrambled backward, my shoulder clashing with the headboard, sendi

her eyes none other than pity as she sought out my huddled form at the far end

but I shook my head vehem

ild afraid of being caught. Her eyes flicked toward the door, nervous. "You

uld forever be this Luna queen, a slave to the most cruel and heartless person that had ever walked the earth. He

l pl

e," I yelled in frustration, startling

ting to taking a few steps backward as

at the end. A flood of emotions washed o

e mumbled with a curt bow bef

closed behind her, leaving me

nded on the door again. This time, the knock was hesitant, as if

ho it was

Alpha

g. Even before I saw him, I could feel him-the sharpness of his power cutti

ould feel in my entire body. There was a certain buzz in

lly here to

ace myself for the pain. I had gone t

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as the door started to push open,

id board, not a sing

ray that had seemed so large in the arms of the previous girl, n

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sing my gaze on the floorboards, exhaustion a

d your strength." His eyes, sharp as knives, locked onto mine, but there w

door, there was a heaviness in his movement

s eyes never leaving my figure. It was torture. I needed to breathe,

again, his voice lowering to

my head v

t anyone, lea