Paws, Plants, and Perjury
By @john1208
I promised my dying sister I'd take her place. Now I'm pretending to be the glamorous, politically savvy bride to Vrokas, the terrifying Alpha of the Garkyran Sovereignty. To survive a royal pack that brutally governs all werewolf law, I play the part of a cheerful, clueless airhead to lower their expectations. My only escape from the deadly politics is botany. But every time I wander into the monstrous Xyloth Wilds looking for rare ferns, my fearsome husband goes on a berserk, blood-drenched rampage to 'rescue' me. The feral beast treats me like spun glass, especially after I accidentally discover my touch completely cures the bone-breaking agony of his shifts. Between dodging jealous she-wolves who want the 'weak human' dead and managing a giant predator who turns into a needy puppy around me, keeping my younger brother safe is exhausting. The hardest part? Falling for a man who thinks I'm someone else. If the royal court discovers I'm an imposter, werewolf law demands my execution. How long can I smile through assassination attempts before I accidentally reveal my sharp edges to the beast who holds my heart?
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