Worthless to Priceless The Alphas Rejected Mate

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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Mira's POV

My bleeding fingers stung, evoking in me the tears I have managed to keep at bay. I wiped away the tears mixed with sweat incurred from relentless work.

My stomach grumbled in hunger. The pangs I felt in my lower abdomen made it impossible for me to straighten my back as I continued scrubbing the floor as I've been doing for over three hours now.

"Hey there, Mute Mira!" I heard Martha's voice and flinched. I lifted my eyes, meeting her hard glare.

She dropped a pile of clothes and soap. I clenched my fist in anger as I already understood what I'm supposed to do with it.

She turned to leave, but I held her feet, dragging her back.

"Don't you dare touch me with those filthy hands of yours, you low life servant," Martha shrugged and stepped on my hand, bruising it the more.

Tears streamed down my eyes as I watched her walk away. She had promised to give me food as soon as I was done, but now, she has added more chores.

I chuckled mockingly as I wondered when I would stop living such a pathetic life.

The only wrong I have done in life is being an omega and losing my parents at a young age. With no family to claim me, and no relatives to take care of me.

I became the property of the pack, tossed and used by anyone. They all treat me like a servant, not caring about how I feel.

As if that wasn't enough, the moon goddess has decided to punish me for reasons I'm yet to understand. I'm yet to have a wolf.

More tears streamed down my face as I continued to scrub the floor, with feelings of pain all over my body.

***

I yawned and stretched my body as I dried the last set of clothes. I dragged my feet and found my way to one of the rocks in the garden.

I heard indistinct chatters and murmurs from afar as I leaned against the wall. I struggled to keep my eyes open, as I wouldn't dare to doze off. Martha will make my life a living hell if I don't stay up and watch the cloth dry out completely.

Besides, I'm waiting for the maids and servants assigned to the kitchen to retire to the servants' quarters so I can get some leftover food. It's the best I would be able to get anyway.

I sat there reminiscing on how hard my life has been. And it doesn't seem like it's going to get any better. With the kind of hatred the Alpha has for me? I would probably die as a servant in this pack with no one to save me.

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