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THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED MATE

Chapter 5 A Mysterious Voice

Word Count: 1002    |    Released on: 06/02/2025

heavier and heavier, and the pain becomes worse. I am breathing in short, uneven breaths, and the cold night air is filled wit

my legs coll

eakly into the earth, but it doesn't work. My body shakes with fatigue, and the feeling of betrayal and sorrow wraps a

when I

, litt

ng about me like fog. It slithers into

I'm imagining it. Maybe the beating, the reje

it again, more f

win. The sufferi

ething within me stirs. My wolf. She's been mute, feeble, receding into the backgrou

gain, a whisper in

, yet deep in my center, a flame burns. It's weak, like the dying embers o

e is just a whisper, crack

e whispers. First

rawls through m

ays plainly

ething that I cannot. I want to question it, to demand explanations, but my

, the voice continues. But I c

don't accept, I will perish out here, alone in the wood

swells in my chest. No

return?" My voice i

ause. Then,

s pure, unadulterated energy floods through me. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. It burns, engulfing

a sound I feel

ess fills m

with an eerie calm. My body no longer hu

nds quiver when I gaze at them. There's something

I fe

w strength u

with renewed vitality. The night feels strange. The air smells freshe

ice purrs. Y

lingering adrenaline rush. Something within me has altered. I can feel

he tiredness is gone, replaced by something strange. I extend my finge

y voice is calm, but my he

ed, the voice continues,

down my spine. "

w and knowing

he presence departs. The night returns to its regular st

ound reaches

t as a man appears

mi

rutinizing. His countenance is inscrutable, but I notice

oving closer. "Wha

cing agony slashes through my chest. I gasp, slump

a second, his grasp solid

hrough me like wildfire. My e

anything I've ever produced before. My beast is clawing to the surface, frantic, enraged

rns, quiet but victo

as an invisible force ripples through the air. Damien curses, movin

rything

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