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Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

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CHAPTER 01. UNREALISTIC DREAMS. SHELLY. “Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool.

"We selected twelve pureblood females. High-ranking. Excellent breeding stock. Strong wolves who can command respect from the border patrols. Choose one to accompany you to the summit. Just for appearances." Grabbing the edge of the leather binder, I flipped it open. Glossy photographs stared back at me. Women in expensive dresses, their pack lineages listed in neat bullet points beneath their smiling faces. It looked exactly like a livestock catalog. "You don't want a Luna." Tearing the first page out of the metal rings, I crumpled the thick paper in my fist. "You want a breeding mare." "We want stability!" Silas argued.

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