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Prisoner of the Blood Pact: Fated Mate

Chapter 5 Jealousy Impossible.

Word Count: 998    |    Released on: 17/03/2025

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with difficulty. "But a

e pleading for guidance. But he on

d on my head, h

es over us. She grants

rage... is tha

o throw the pa

f provocation. The Alpha and Beta won't return for a week-are you pr

ips, but no w

sn't a

a sen

path had already been sealed, as if I

me tore, the pain

in my heart. "If it were you,

ending, dawn creepi

my long night had

ok the vial, his

And his heir... Dominic Ashford, the one set to inhe

ed the vial to me. His gaze ca

we need a bit of strategy.

th, resentment bu

ds, they had packaged

ng. But me? I could be di

afraid of

ing abandoned like th

-

ai

or, striding past her mot

fit for this! I am

back, deliberately

ongest. Silverpine Pack needs to see our sincerity-I

she had completely forgotten her humiliat

, but this time, the High Elder turned

ind was truly set, Clare's influenc

-

acting to

ord she said w

fice herself for the

een proud of her ta

aunt it under the sun-to fight in the ope

as offering t

tory, where she would be wa

something she

d slightly as if he

onfidence faltered-her fingers twi

single person ask

t to be an obedient

so easily decided for me-then

t a sharp ache

monial hall was

and a figure was led inside by several

iar yet radiating arrogance, str

ng, High El

was smooth

s his regards. And this-" he extended

ence fell o

he letter-Dominic had only ju

breath, quietly specula

swiftly unfol

the words. His ex

over the crowd, fin

r aloud for everyone to

oft... an inter

sincerity, I suppose I ca

od pact will be cut in half. Consider it a

I hope you won'

lief rippled th

flashed with somethi

's reputation st

thered pack members

in the past is behind us. This only confirms t

anymore, and yet..." A younger

," an elder sighed. "

t Clare let out a sharp scoff,

le Evelyn's repu

bitter, alm

c... ch

, her fingertips trembling slightly, a

e. What could he po

ped to a low,

ossible. Why woul

e you s

f me, mocking amusemen

t right? You're

ir

uld hear undeniable jeal

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