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All Chapters of Sharing Love? Over My Dead Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

"Dad, Mom. I'll accept the mate bond."Glass shattered in Dad's grip. "Over my dead wolf! I'd rather defy the Alpha King than watch you throw yourself into fire."Everyone knew Samzor and I were childhood sweethearts. His mom already acted like I was part of their pack.Then he sold off three generations of Nightfang war honors—just to petition the Alpha King into forcing a mate bond between me and some crippled rogue rotting on the kingdom's edge.The rumors spread like wildfire."Nyara's blood must be tainted or something. Why else would Alpha Samzor pull a stunt like that?""Right? He threw away the Nightfang Pack's war glory—those merits could've erased a death sentence. And he blew it on her? He had to be dying to dump her.""I heard Alpha Connor spoiled her sick. Even tried hooking her up with a side piece.""No wonder. What Alpha would put up with that?"By morning, my name was ashes.Everywhere I went, wolves whispered. Friends ghosted me. Even Dad got slapped with ho

Chapter 2

Samzor's head snapped up, disbelief flashing across his face.For a second, real panic crept into his eyes—but he masked it fast.He let out a cold laugh. "End the betrothal?"Nyara Whitefang, take a walk outside. The streets are crawling with your 'scandals.' What choice do you have besides becoming my mate?"You're the heir of Whitefang. You really gonna bond with that crippled rogue, Frey?"His voice stayed chill, but every word landed like a punch.So he knew. About the rumors. And he'd used them like a blade.I stared at him, whatever I used to feel draining out like a bad dream.I unclasped the fang necklace—his so-called promise—and held it out.He hesitated, reached out, touched it—then let go.The pendant hit the ground.Shattered.I froze.Samzor's face didn't even twitch. "What's the act for? If you don't want it, may as well crush it."That fang—he'd risked his life to get it. Hands torn up, carving it by hand. Said a true mate token had to be earned in blood.

Chapter 3

My stomach dropped.I sprinted to the border—and froze. Wolves from half the kingdom packed in tight.Right in the middle stood Catherine, all fluttery fabric and fake innocence.The second her gaze hit me, tears poured. She dropped to her knees."Nyara, please... give Alpha Samzor's stuff back."I narrowed my eyes. "What stuff? I never kept anything that wasn't mine."She sniffled, dabbing at her fake-ass tears."Three months ago, Alpha Samzor gifted you a moonstone necklace worth four hundred silvers. Five months ago, a premium deerskin cloak..."She kept going. Jewelry. Weapons. Even those stupid little carvings he used to sneak onto my windowsill.By the end, she hit me with that fake-sweet pity face. "Over the years, Alpha Samzor gave you so much. I didn't wanna say anything, but yesterday the butler showed me the ledger. Over ten thousand silvers."If you're not gonna be his Luna, shouldn't you return them? You can't get the betrothal dropped and still hoard his gifts l

Chapter 4

Blood poured down my neck."Miss Whitefang!!"My maid screamed, struggling to reach me, powerless against the crowd.My cloak was shredded. Hands everywhere. Panic swallowed me whole."Enough!!"That voice cut through the chaos like a blade.Everything froze. The mob split like scared pups.A cloak—cool, pine-scented—wrapped around my shoulders.I looked up. Samzor.His eyes locked on mine, then flicked over the mess I was: ripped clothes, blood in my hair, ear still bleeding.Regret flashed—gone in a blink.He turned, jaw tight.Then came the full blast of his Alpha dominance.Wolves dropped like stones, heads down.One wolf dared, "Alpha Samzor, we only did it for—""Silence."Samzor's snarl snapped the air. "Haul them to the Hall of Enforcers. Law decides their fate."His warriors didn't wait. Those instigators were face-down in the dirt before anyone blinked.Samzor offered me a hand. "Nyara, I'm sorry, I—"I yanked my arm back. No words. Just cold.He stiffened

Chapter 5

Dad and Mom came back to find the place wrecked, barely holding back their fury.I kept it simple. "I've sorted through everything he dumped on me. It's all heading back to the Nightfangs tomorrow."Dad's voice was tight with rage. "After everything he pulled—dragging your name and our pack through the mud—you expect us to just let that slide?"I shook my head. "It won't end here. Word's already out. If he dares to accept those gifts tomorrow, every pack's gonna tear him apart. He won't just lose face—he'll lose everything."Catherine's little drama might've stained Whitefang's name, but it threw Samzor dead center in the fallout.Once those wolves calmed down, shame would hit—and it'd land on him. Who stoops low enough to beg for gifts back like some pathetic Omega?All I wanted was to get through my mate bond ceremony without more drama.Next morning, Dad had every last thing Samzor ever gave me dumped at Nightfang territory.The servants said he wasn't even there—Catherine s

Chapter 6

The crowd went dead silent.Samzor stood there, cocky as ever, swaggering like he owned the whole damn moment."Nyara," he called out, "didn't think you were so eager to seal our mate bond you'd skip the pre-ceremony."He looked down at me like I should be grateful."Well, we did grow up together. No one else would take you anyway. Let's go. Forget the grand entrance—side path's fine."His voice? Clipped. Cold. Barely holding back the edge of annoyance.No one said a word.Every guest there knew I was bonding with Frey today.Everyone—except Samzor, still planted like a fool, convinced it was his ceremony.He spoke with so much confidence, the crowd started side-eyeing each other, too stunned to correct him.Maybe it was the silence. Or the way every gaze hit like a slap.But something cracked.A flicker of unease flashed in his eyes—just for a second.***That day Nyara had every gift dumped on his doorstep—no drama, no second thoughts. Samzor froze.He almost sprinted

Chapter 7

The second Samzor finished, a sharp laugh cut through the air.Cassian Duskclaw—Dad's old protégé, now the Alpha King's Right Hand. Cool, clever, untouchable.He'd earned his spot beside the King, weighing in on laws and power plays.When Samzor pushed the Alpha King into forcing a mate bond between me and Frey, the uproar was insane. Dad stopped his protégés before they could storm the throne to fight it, but their hate for Samzor never cooled.Now, watching him crash my ceremony, they weren't holding back.Cassian smirked. "Samzor, lost your mind? The Alpha King's word is law. He decreed Nyara bonds with Frey. Where do you fit in that? Leave—now—before you wreck this ceremony."With every word Cassian threw at him, Samzor got paler.When he stopped, the crowd roared in agreement, rallying behind Frey and me.Only Samzor stayed quiet, face dark as thunder.His glare locked on Cassian, voice turning ice-cold."Don't be ridiculous. She's the sole heir of Whitefang Pack—a noble

Chapter 8

It was Frey.I slid the carriage window down and saw him—ceremonial robes clinging to him, sweat still fresh on his brow.His hand clamped around Samzor's wrist, brows drawn, eyes sharp with anger.Samzor froze.One look at Frey's robes, and he went rigid.He jerked to pull free, but Frey didn't budge—his grip iron, locking down a seasoned warrior like Samzor without effort.Whispers rippled through the wolves watching."Wait—Alpha Samzor's actually losing? Wasn't the suitor supposed to be some weak, limping rogue?""He can't even break free? And this is the guy we trusted to defend our territory?""Please. His dad was the last Alpha—now the War Chief. Bet he shoved Samzor into the army and stole someone else's war merits to play lord commander. Total fraud."Each hushed word hit harder than claws to the gut.Samzor hated nothing more than people saying he only stood tall because of his dad.Back then, I used to calm him down, telling him not to care, that a clean conscienc

Chapter 9

Samzor's face went beet red. "I never wanted you to give that stuff back. Catherine showed up on her own."When you returned it all, I stashed it in the den I built for you. I thought... if you ever came back, it'd still be yours."Nyara, I didn't think the Alpha King would really shut your dad down. I just wanted—""You wanted everything your way. That's it," I snapped. "If you'd ended this with even a shred of Alpha pride, maybe I'd have left you with a sliver of respect."But you went low. You begged the Alpha King—KNOWING it would wreck me. Maybe that was the plan. Maybe you WANTED my dad to burn everything just to keep me safe."But I can't be that kind of daughter. So get lost. NOW."He didn't move. Just stood there like a stunned pup.His scent alone made my wolf bristle.Frey slipped his hand into mine. "Let's not let someone like HIM mess up our big moment."Then he turned to Samzor, who looked like he'd just been gutted. "I placed first in the last Warrior's Trial. T

Chapter 10

[Samzor's POV]Name's Samzor.I was twenty-six when I lost the she-wolf I thought was mine.Growing up, I hated being just 'the War Chief's kid.' To everyone, I was Magnar Nightfang's son, never Samzor.Then Nyara happened.She saw me. Really saw me.We clicked. Thought we were endgame.But everything flipped the day I went to say goodbye to a friend.Met her.Catherine. A fox-wolf halfblood, cornered by rogues just past the border.She'd been hiding out, barely surviving.I stepped in. Tore through them. Saved her.She was gorgeous—something about her pulled at me.But I wasn't looking. My heart was still Nyara's.I planned to give her some silvers, help her disappear.But she broke down, said leaving wouldn't stop them.A buddy tossed out a fake-servant cover story. Said it'd keep her safe.No way. That'd trash her name.If I was gonna step in, she'd get real protection—same respect I gave Nyara.My friend looked at me like I'd lost it.Back then, I didn't get it.

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