Marrying in Her Place, I Became the Pack’s Sacrifice
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The basement mats still reeked of sweat. I had barely crawled onto them, hoping to sneak a glance at Selena’s bond ritual, when a rough hand seized the back of my collar.
A white wedding gown was forced over my body, the fabric biting into my skin. The brutal yank dragged me across the floor and into the hall. My knees slammed against the cold stone, pain blazing through me like fire.
Candlelight filled the room, flames snapping and hissing. At the center hung a massive black-and-white portrait. My body turned to stone—this wasn’t a moonlit ritual at all. This was a funeral.
“Selena. Kneel.”
Ulrica’s voice cut like ice. A heartbeat later, his polished shoe dug into the crook of my knee. Agony shot up my leg, bones threatening to shatter as I collapsed before the mourning altar.
“Sherry is my true Fate Mate.” His lips curled in a cruel arc as he looked down on me. “You? You’re nothing but a mistress. Apologize to her—that’s the rule.”
A white wedding gown was forced over my body, the fabric biting into my skin. The brutal yank dragged me across the floor and into the hall. My knees slammed against the cold stone, pain blazing through me like fire.
Candlelight filled the room, flames snapping and hissing. At the center hung a massive black-and-white portrait. My body turned to stone—this wasn’t a moonlit ritual at all. This was a funeral.
“Selena. Kneel.”
Ulrica’s voice cut like ice. A heartbeat later, his polished shoe dug into the crook of my knee. Agony shot up my leg, bones threatening to shatter as I collapsed before the mourning altar.
“Sherry is my true Fate Mate.” His lips curled in a cruel arc as he looked down on me. “You? You’re nothing but a mistress. Apologize to her—that’s the rule.”


















































