The Miracle Luna: The Butcher King's Only Cure

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lestones, tossing the entire compartment violently sideways. The back o

sun stabbed right into my eyes, accompanied by the cloying, suffocating st

t a woman standing outside i

ng of the King's chief physician-a spo

. "Drag this wolfless mongrel out and strip off that bridal gown! Cheyenne is of noble blood; he w

grating on my ears: "Tear it off! Let's see if her skin is really that fair!" "A usele

tepped onto the iron carriage step, their calloused, heavy

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snapped me

stant, replaced by an ice-

hand shot out like an iron vise, locking onto his wrist and driving my t

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hoked in his throat, transforming into a pig-like shriek of agony as his

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st my cheek, and used the momentum of my pivot to drive my knee upward,

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ce went dead white, his eyes bulging as he flew backward out of the carria

et plunged into absol

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ered in shock. "That's Alexandra Atkins! She's the coward who burst into te

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ssed it onto the carriage floorboards, and stepped down onto the cold

aining of every drop of color as she clutched her

shameless bitch! You're a wolfless coward who used to grovel on t

d into the seam pocket of her skirts, slipping several slender si

ie!" she shrieked, lunging forward with the

sheen was all it took.

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e her guard to kill her leverage, my left hand snapping onto Cri

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her limp fingers, scatt

tossing the shredded velvet onto the dirt by her boots and dusting off my hands. I looked down at h

mud, pure horror diluting he

clack,

urgent thunder of iron hooves approached, vibrat

g dust galloped a powerful grey stallion carrying a young noble draped in

er savior had descended from the heavens and wailed with shrill

few paces away, snorting as its iron-shod

h a face dark as iron. His eyes, burning with unchecked ar