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Called by the Token: Her True Mate

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 553    |    Released on: 19/06/2025

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ine white of her dress, near her wa

me with wide, tear-filled eyes. "But please, don't hurt my

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lood," then at me, hi

! Take her to the old root cellar. She'll stay there

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, gripped me. Not again.

voice shaking. "She's faking it, Lia

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screamed. "No! Liam,

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nse now, a fire in my chest, b

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ved. I didn't want them to see me like this, to

door. "Liam! Ple

me. Finally, the

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logy, but it was wh

r of relief in his eyes. "Goo

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Called by the Token: Her True Mate
Called by the Token: Her True Mate
“The fluorescent hum of the county clerk's office was the soundtrack to my defiance. I clutched the pen, ready to marry Liam Thorne, a man I' d run seven days and suppressed a blood-bound token for, all to rewrite a past that still haunted my reborn soul. Before the ink could touch the paper, Liam snatched the license. Rip. My heart stopped. "I have to marry Chloe first," he said, his words echoing the betrayal I remembered from a lifetime ago. He spoke of a week, of saving Chloe' s reputation, but I remembered years in a damp root cellar, the loss of our children. My blood-bound token throbbed as his guards abducted me, dragging me to his coastal estate. There, Chloe, the cousin whose manipulations haunted my first life, paraded in my wedding gown, her triumph chilling. With a staged cry and a splash of fake blood, she framed me. Liam, blinded by her fake tears, roared, "Take her to the old root cellar!" My nightmare was real again. The sting of his slap echoed the cruelty of a past he seemed to have forgotten, but I hadn't. Had he learned nothing? Did he truly believe a week could erase my agony, our lost children, the years in that dark cellar? The blood-bound token, suppressed for so long, now pulsed with a furious, undeniable call. As the heavy door of that dreaded root cellar slammed shut, I finally let go. No more running. No more pretending. My forced apology was a lie, a means to an end. It was time for my people to find me. It was time to go home. And this time, I wouldn't be marrying him. I was going home to Elijah.”
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