The Alpha's Fake Mate Is The Phantom Healer

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thout an inner wolf, making me a complete and utter piece of trash, my biological mother, Hortense,

a from marrying the bloodthirsty, dying Alpha of Shadow Ridge, she actually had me drugged to r

ferocious, primal urge of a werewolf's Heat. I had managed to slip away from their watchful eyes and stumb

itch-black. No

y racing pulse. I thought I was safe, but the moment my guard dropped, a suffo

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ce where society claimed I was defectiv

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den and sweet that my knees instantly buckled. Before my hands could

rframe, pinning my wrists to the wood. The instant his skin grazed mine, an elec

cent, the physical surge, the soul's peace, the inner wolf's roar, an

oice was a gravelly scrape, drip

rough the window, illuminating

glacial-blue eyes that exuded an intoxicating blend of danger. But his pale skin was slic

as dying from severe,

ntirely. The drug in my system and the ferocious instinctual rut

on mine. It was a bru

clear. My right fingers slipped to my concealed waistband, pullin

ht my forearm mid-strike, his grip nearly fractu

in his veins clashed violently with the surging adrenaline of the bond. His spine a

My fingers pressed firmly into the nerve junctions along his upper vertebrae, driving the n

ust in his gaze receded, replaced by ab

stop moving

ck, and straddled his waist. I looked down at the handsome stranger, my h

ct contact, combined with the drug my mother had given me, sent a bolt of m

into a wicked, predatory grin. His large hand rose, wrapping

the one who needs t

ed thoughts vanished. There was no gentle courtship-only the ra

racked window, my eyes snapped open. Every muscle in

e me in a deep, exhausted slumber. The toxic bla

quickly. I reached into my coat pocket, pulled out three heavy gold coins,

premium service," I muttered to my

e another step tow

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splintering under a brutal kick. Wood sha