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Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate

Emily is considered a curse by her father, who abandoned her to live alone in the countryside the day she was born. However, when Emily comes of age, her father asks her to marry another man in place of her sister. She fights back but is poisoned by her father and stepmother, leaving her mute and without her wolf. Her fiancé, Alpha Klaus, is said to be nothing more than a head wolf with an empty title, and he's short-tempered and cruel, but is that really the case? "Tell me, why did you run away from your marriage?" Alpha Klaus puffed on his cigarette, sunglasses hiding his face, "Did you not want to marry me because you were afraid of me?" She fled, he chased. Wherever she was, he found her. She was treated like grass by her family, he treated her like a treasure. He sheltered her from the wind and rain and healed her from all her wounds. He took her in his arms, a warm snort in her face, and he whispered in her ear, "Emily, I ask you to think of me every day, just as I miss you." I want the rest of your memories to be with me. " Note: This book deals with adult content, violence and dark magic.

Bibo_Lili · Fantasy
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238 Chs

Chapter 84 No Time

 The night, like a vast black cloth, draped heavily over the landscape. A car tore down the dark highway, its headlights piercing the darkness like lightning bolts.

 

 The beams of light from the headlights slashed through the gloom, momentarily revealing the road ahead. As the car hurtled forward, the lights danced across the pavement, illuminating trees and road signs that swiftly disappeared into the distance. The trees blurred into shadowy outlines, fleeting and ephemeral.

 

 The engine roared, a deafening cacophony akin to a wild animal's howl, brimming with power. The tires spun furiously against the road's surface, emitting a shrill, grating sound as if locked in a fierce struggle with the asphalt.

 

 Inside the car, the hands on the dashboard trembled uncontrollably, and the numbers on the speedometer soared relentlessly. Marx clutched the steering wheel tightly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.