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Chapter 9

Word Count: 852    |    Released on: 26/10/2026

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feather pillows beneath the velvet quilt to mimic the curve of a limp female body lying on her

e-amethyst paperweight with sharp geometric edges from my des

tallic click sounded from the exterior

ock the rune-latched window with a master key before vanishing down the trellis-and seconds l

wrapped in a thick white splint while his bloods

ant bitch, you didn't s

bing his filthy right hand against his

, you're nothing more than a paralyzed slab of meat on my chopping board! For snapping my finger

greedy gaze locked onto the rais

f your naked, ruined body, no Alpha on earth will want a used shoe

onto the mattress and slammed both ha

p for

alms crushed flat against so

ed in shock as he yan

hell? Wher

looking

the ninth level of hell, whis

ould even focus on my crimson wedding gown, I swung the five-pound soli

ac

uarely into the base of Deante's

olled straight back into his head, and his two-hundred-pound bloated body c

ack of his head. I nudged his slack jaw with the t

ike you thinks you're wo

ed out, clapping both hands over her mouth in thrilled

under the deepest part of the bed frame

ow mahogany bedstead, wiped the few drops of blood off the carp

irt, the low, earth-shaking blast of Black Ridge Pack's wa

ry of Black Ridge had ar

up the stairs as Drucilla came running back empty-handed from t

ronet onto my braided hair, and stood up as Maeve opened the heavy oak

into the grand hall where Black Ridge's Head Enforcer, Axel Stone, sto

ting and flashing a triumphant look at Farrell-clearly convinc

om head to toe in a spare crimson bridal gown and gold

er and can't get out of bed, I am willing to sacrifice myself and

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