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The Heir They Could Never Break

مؤلف: Felycia Shatt
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-10 05:42:23

Mabella's POV

"Tell me what the Ashborne line actually means for me right now," I said before Rosalind had even fully sat down. "Not the history. What does it means today."

Rosalind looked at me across the table.

"It means every healer who examined you was looking in the wrong place," she said. "They were treating you like a standard she-wolf with an unusual condition." A pause. "You are not a standard she-wolf."

"Then what am I," I said.

"The Ashborne bloodline produces wolves larger, stronger
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