The Lost Heiress and the Secret Billionaire

Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

Da Lanlan

For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess. Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world. Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna. Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee. Immediately after, my mother called to gloat. "Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?" She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue. I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die. But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom. I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent. If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one.

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Camille's POV

A sharp, throbbing pain pounded in my head as I stirred awake. My body felt weak, and my senses were clouded by the lingering haze of the night before. Blinking against the harsh sunlight piercing through the curtains, I tried to sit up, only to realize-I couldn't move freely.

A weight pressed against my body. My breath hitched. My heart slammed against my ribs as my gaze darted to the figure lying beside me. A man. His arm draped over my waist like a claim. What? I screamed internally, my pulse racing in terror. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed myself up, the sheets slipping from my bare skin.

Then I saw them-my clothes. Scattered. On the floor.

A cold chill ran down my spine. My hands trembled as I clutched the duvet to my chest, my mind scrambling to piece together what had happened. How did I end up here? Naked. In bed with a stranger.

Tears burned at the back of my eyes. Then, like a cruel whisper in the wind, realization struck. Bella.

I gasped, the betrayal stinging deeper than anything else. She set me up. My own step sister had done this. Why? My chest heaved, anger bubbling beneath my skin. Before I could even process my emotions, the door suddenly burst open.

I froze.

There, standing in the doorway, was my father.

"Dad..." My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. My heart clenched as I saw the look on his face-disappointment. No anger, no yelling. Just silence, thick and suffocating.

I scrambled to pull the duvet tighter around me. "I can explain," I pleaded, my voice shaky, desperate. But he simply raised a hand, stopping me from saying anything further.

Then, from behind him, she stepped out. Bella.

A victorious smirk curled on her lips. "I told you, Father," she said, her voice dripping with false sincerity. "She lied about everything."

My stomach twisted into knots.

"Bella," I choked out, betrayal lacing my tone. "How could you?"

She just tilted her head, pretending to think. "Hmm... what do you mean Camile " she mocked, I don't understand the question she said faking her innocence.

I swallowed hard, shaking my head as tears spilled down my cheeks. Before I could even defend myself, my stepmother sauntered into the room, her lips curling into a sinister smirk.

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