The Cursed Alpha's Assassin

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wasn't wolf. It was somethi

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reaming at her to run, but she forced herself to stay still.

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breath

h

. The flickering remnants of dying torchlight revealed a figure-twisted and elongated, its hollow eyes absorbing

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one was d

ation, driven by pure, rabid hunger. This

s frame coiled like a beast re

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never stay

stomach

g to Kieran. It w

sharp gaze snap to her, but th

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forth with a ferocity that made the air vibrate with energy. He slashed, his s

ozen overlapping whispers, like the murm

didn't

weapon she'd used before. The moment her fingers closed aroun

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e dagger, aimin

creature

shadow and mist, reforming behind Kieran in an instan

an, m

rely grazing his ribs. But the cold that came with i

abbed its arm and r

ood-only black mist, pouring from the woun

ound. She didn't wait for the creature to reform. With one

ade co

hattered glass

was tearing it from the inside out. For a moment, it fought to hold

ping whisper, it disin

le

, the scent of something unnat

with deep, controlled breaths. His hands were still

r tighter, watching as t

h

turned

rned with something far mo

ing was," Kieran said,

ulse stutt

lie t

tone sent a primal

speaking as an Alpha. As a predator demanding t

g at the edge of the hall, watching, waiting. If she didn

red breath. Choose you

before," she admitted

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't tell hi

," she final

g ch

g flashing through them. "You don't get to kee

urled into fists.

d out before she

ice was dangerously soft. "You're the one with a past full of s

ze, unflinching.

ning a hand through his dar

the tension. "You're no

g moment. Then, finally, he sh

king orders to

e enters or leaves the est

eased a sl

herself a lit

not

e thing wa

nds weren'

ther wa

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d within the shadows of an an

thick with whispers-not of the li

ltar, his fingers tracing symbols etched in blo

gun," he

ess, hollow ey

ht shivered