Becoming The Wolf King's Fated Mate By Chance

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rushed out of the hall, Damien's words stil

dn't have to feel bad about not awakening my wolf strength for the past two years. But

was unb

I could find some peace when things like this happen

e was

n't alone. He stood with a group of men, all of them deep in c

ng felt

ser, wanting to know

Pops.

overed my mouth before I could scream. My heart pounded as I k

gripp

waiting vehicle and shoved me into the trunk. My legs were q

-and my blo

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ce. Maybe panic. Maybe even anger

t

s smi

as a wicked and satisfied grin. His eyes fl

rward, his voice dripping with fake concern.

st tig

that when he could clearly

re body trembled with frustration and fear, but I knew yelling wouldn

"I don't know who these men are or where they'r

nst my chest, every beat a desperate plea for freedom. I swallowed the tears ris

re, I would come for them. If I made it out of this alive, they would pa

lose, his breath w

ou, huh?" His voice was a whi

touch, the same one that once comforted me, now made m

words sha

you that I'm the one w

lungs. My breath hitched, m

was barely audible, a desperate whi

or a sign-any sign-that he was lyin

led over, hot

? Why were all these happening

est. This wasn't right. This

mother st

s her face, but it wasn't warm.

liberate. When she reached father, she locked hands wi

t rid of this thing," she said,

mach d

because she hadn't even looked at m

again and this time

around me

g to get rid of me? Selling me o

e, his jaw tightening. His voi

ight just teach you a lesson bef

n't care

iously done his worst. He had already b

defiantly. My entire body was tremblin

you possibly do after selling me to people I don'

He leaned in slightly, h

're useless to us in this pack. There's no point keepi

violently as his wor

asn't j

olish hope that this was some

t was

as r

, and before I could process wh

sts and ankles bound so tight I could barely feel my fingers. The

, my father's words

useles

heavily on my chest. I was nothing

felt like hours-before

rough yank. Hands grab

my legs weak from be

eyes went sore at the sight before

men wandering aimlessly, their b

ened. My knees

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no,

isbelief as the rea

rot