Grace_Kylie_6044

[WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS!!!]

(PS: Read fifteen chapters at least before tossing it aside.)
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Penelope Neville is a werewolf turned into an orphan by her first love and ex-husband, Damian Cedar who killed every member of her family and took her father's pack. 

She finds out he was plotting to kill her too, and tries to escape but is caught by her furious ex-husband who promised to make her beg for her death. She is imprisoned and sentenced to death for treason.

On her execution, after all the tortures she was subjected to, her fated mate finds her after a long search and he turns out to be the Alpha king who was obsessed with her and wanted revenge for every hurt she had been subjected to.
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"Proceed."

This was finally it.

My death.

I felt all the air squeeze out of my lungs until I heard it - the deep, hoarse voice that sent chills down my spine.

"Stop the execution," the king said with a warning edge that even a fool couldn't miss.

Damian's face twisted with surprise that barely concealed his fury at the King's words. "Your Highness," he repeated, masking his irritation with a shallow bow, "This is the execution we spoke about a while ago that involved the treason." From his facial expression, I could tell he felt the need to state that.

The king's gaze turned steely, cutting through Damian's attempt at justification. "Why aren't your guards backing down?" he asked, his voice dripping with authority that left murmurs in the crowd. "Or have you forgotten who commands this realm, Alpha Damian?"

"Penelope Neville will be taken into my custody..." He declared. "Any attempt to go against my order or interfere will be met with swift and severe punishment worse than death."

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The Alpha king Obsession

The words were out of my mouth before I could think. I couldn't decipher the elites obsession with balls and gatherings. I could understand the reason for the first annual ball. It was to celebrate the growth of the realm, but the second seemed unnecessary. And now, a third? The thought of enduring another night of fake smiles and meaningless small talks was unbearable.

"You don't fancy the celebratory gatherings?" He asked. He looked almost intrigued by my little outburst, as if seeing a side of me he hadn't expected.

I wet my lower lips, suddenly aware of how boldly I had spoken. "Of course, I enjoy celebratory gatherings," I replied, tying to soften my earlier outburst. "But the unnecessary ones, not so much."

Alexander's brows furrowed as he studied me. "Unnecessary ones?" He asked, leaning into the table. From the look in his eyes, I could tell he had questions. "I'm curious as to what makes a gathering unnecessary in your eyes, Princess."

THE VISIT