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Chapter 51: I'LL CLAIM MYSELF

Penulis: Brainwaves
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The moon hung above like a voyeur... high, pale, watching her the way so many others did. But unlike the others, it didn't ask her to kneel.

She walked through the heart of Blackfang’s den in silence. Past wolves who parted like smoke. Past would-be kings and drunk-eyed Alphas still tasting the ache of her rejection in their mouths.

No velvet cloak on her shoulders now. No silk trailing behind her like a leash. Just boots laced to the knee, her long black coat stitched with ash and defiance, and a throat untouched.

The night wind was sharp, scented with pine, blood, and sex. A storm of instincts crackled in the pack’s bones as she passed.

“She refused him.”

“She won’t choose.”

“She’ll be alone.”

Jasmine heard every word. Let them echo. Let them rot.

She didn’t need their prophecy.

She was the prophecy.

She passed Reolica in the east corridor—flushed from a fresh feeding, neck marked by some eager warrior. The girl smirked at Jasmine, full of teeth and pity. “A queen with no crown,” sh
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