My Reborn Husband Didn't Choose Me? I Flash Married a Firefighter!

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ic tang of disappointment. I clutched the paper bag containing yet another blend of "fertility herbs" to m

I had tried to fulfill my only purpose: to provide an heir that would cement the merger of our two packs. But my wo

he corner. I froze, pressing myself against the da

l. "Alpha Adrian has the patience of a saint, pretending to care. Everyone kno

t," the first one whispered. "That's who h

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, always telling me that my lack of a wolf didn't matter, that we would build a family regardless. Was it

's Wing that evening, the doubt had

y bowl of "tonic"-a dark, bitter sludge Adrian insisted I drink for my health. He had just left for his study to

k, he would say. But trust had s

brass buckles. The leather c

was cloying and sweet, like sugared jasmine-a female wolf's

ss. I pulled out a small, unlabeled vial filled wit

art s

terness. It was the exact same smell that wafted fr

e the scent of concentrated Wolfsbane and suppressants. He wasn't trying to hel

, the edges frayed, but the image was clear: a younger Adrian, his arms wrapped possessively around a stunnin

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stood in the doorway, his phone in hand, his eyes d

the *Alpha's Command*-a force of nature that forced submission. As a wolfless Omega,

Tears blurred my vision, hot and stinging. "You've been pois

. He stalked toward me, his presence suffocating

t. "Seven years, Adrian! You let me believe I wa

nally slipping to reveal the cold calculator beneath. "A wolfl

idn't love me. He didn't even respect me. I was just an obstacl

he stress and the accumulated toxins in my blood. I clutched my

ted. The oppressive weight of

pression twisting into something that looked like panic. But it wasn't love.

ered, but the wor

e was Adrian reaching out, not to hold me, but to gra