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My alpha mate forced me to become a pack whore.
I exhausted all my shamanic power to save him, yet he slaughtered everyone in my pack–including my parents.
I begged Arthur to at least spare the infant in swaddling clothes.
But he fed the child’s corpse to beasts before my eyes.
Then he drove ninety–nine acupuncture needles into my body, forcing me to become the cheapest whore in the entire werewolf camp.
“They say witches heal faster than mortals. Since you won’t die, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
What he didn’t know was that I’d bled out every drop of my witch’s essence while saving him.
Now I’m burning out like a dying lamp, with less than three days left.
The figure thrusting atop me got shoved aside.
Hands yanked me from the pile of werewolves in the military brothel.
They jerked my neck chain, hurling me into Arthur’s alpha camp.
Though I landed on soft rugs, pain whitened my face-
-the needles dug another inch deeper.
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A searing pain ripped across my scalp next.
Someone grabbed my hair, dragging me forward without mercy
until black boots filled my vision.
I knew those boots.
Trembling, I pressed my forehead to the ground.
“Your humble servant… greets the Alpha.”
My submission earned no mercy from Arthur.
His boot slammed under my chin as he scowled.
“Filthy.”
I swallowed my cry along with the blood in my mouth.
My heart felt kneaded into shreds.
Filthy?
Day and night in that brothel, enduring those beasts‘ violations-
—even during my monthly bleeding, it never stopped.
Now I reeked of their filth, feeling fouler than rotting sewage.
Arthur gripped my chain in disgust.
Ignoring my purpling neck, he wrenched my arm and slashed it open.
Blood sprayed, pooling on the floor from my elbow.
Witches‘ blood is a potent cure-
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-a single drop could heal any illness.
Numbly, I watched him scoop one drop from the overflowing bowl to feed the feverish she-wolf beside him.
I never told him my blood had lost all power.
Mary clutched Arthur’s sleeve, murmuring deliriously.
When the blood touched her lips, her eyes flew open, tearful.
“Arthur, I dreamed of the past again…”
“Fear nothing. No one can take you now.”
He stroked her forehead with terrifying gentleness.
Watching their intimacy, I paled further as blood dripped from my raised arm.
She was the she–wolf he’d rescued from the city.
She’d brought him his parents‘ death warrant, claiming our witch clan thirsted for blood-
-that we’d enslaved hundreds of werewolves.
So Arthur took her under his protection, even finding her lost child.
They grew closer daily.
Mary seemed to notice me then, hatred flashing in her eyes.
She lunged up, striking my face.
Smack!
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“You witch!
Witch Clan trash!”
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I was kicked to the ground, the mottled marks on my body instantly exposed.
Miller froze, his expression darkening as he stared at me, lost in thought.
I frantically wrapped myself in my tattered coat.
Overwhelming shame swallowed me whole.
Meanwhile, Mary clung to Miller’s arm, screaming hoarsely.
“Miller, just kill her!
Every witch clan member deserves to die!
They all deserve death!”
I shut my eyes, trembling as I curled into a ball.
Miller wouldn’t kill me.
But he wouldn’t let me go either.
True to form, he yanked my hair.
His amber eyes stared coldly, lips curling in a sneer.
“Want to die?”
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Blood loss made my head throb and spin.
I lifted heavy eyelids, gazing blankly at Miller.
The wolf cub I’d once saved had twisted into something unrecognizable, lashing out at me with claws of hatred, eager to tear me limb from limb.
When I stayed silent, his eyes narrowed.
He poured a bowl of blood over my head.
Blood clogged my nostrils as I struggled to breathe.
Miller scoffed, tightening his grip around my throat.
My vision whited out instantly, hands clawing desperately at his fingers.
“K…kill me.”
The words made him jolt.
His hand vanished from my neck.
The moment air rushed back, his boot slammed into my ribs, sending me sprawling.
My back hit a wooden stool, pain crackling through my nerves.
Tremors shot to my fingertips as the distant man gritted through clenched teeth:
“Diana Walker! Seeking death for release? Impossible!”
“Take her away. Finish what we started.”
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Hands grabbed my arms, dragging me like livestock.
Through blood–crusted eyes, I smiled at Miller’s icy face.
Three days.
Even if I fought death now… I’d still be gone.
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