The Gamma's Betrayal, The Alpha's Vengeful Mate

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he air like a death sentence. But before I could take two

whispered, her voice a venomous his

y, but her grip was

too much pressure, trying to live up to you." Her eyes glinted with malicious triu

um pain. And combined with the soul-tearing agony of the r

from a nearby table. With a guttural scream, I swung it w

in her head, and she crumpled to the floor, a po

rushed to her side, gatheri

His voice, when he spoke, was no longer his own. It was deeper, harsher, laced

dare

that made my knees buckle. He scrambled to his feet, cra

white-hot agony erupted across my back as the silver made contact with my skin. For a werewolf,

even glance at me. He was already moving away, h

. His voice, cold and devoid of any emotion, drifted back t

ith, accept y

olute, a void opening inside me so vast and empty it threatened to swallow me whole. I

ir of expensive leather shoes stopped beside me. I looked up, and

e like a physical force. It was nothing like Lucian's earthy smell. This was a storm in a bottle, a heady mix of rich brand

grief, stirred. For the first time, it sp

in

over my shoulders, shielding me from the prying eyes of the crowd. Then, with an ease that

ke, shot up my arm. My heart, which I thought

carried me out of the chaos, leavi