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Beyond His Lies, Her Alpha's Love

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 817    |    Released on: Today at 17:54

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e gap in the curtai

nd-dollar suits like armor, was on his hands and

Ivan's back. The child's tiny fists were tangled in the collar o

brated from his chest. He shook his shoulders, playing the obedient b

urned her head. The war

er

d a crystal glass of red wine, swirling the dark liquid as she looke

I lunged, catching it against my stomach just before it hit the s

mmed against the mental barriers of my consciousness, her claws tearing at my sanity.

the side of my

sical pain acted like a circuit breaker, shocking my brain back into absolute, cold

ck through

van's dark hair. "F

an expression I had never seen in the three years we had been toget

ged piece of glass twisti

e noisy, useless distractions. He had made me swear we wouldn't e

Ivan was kneeling on the rug. She raised her bare foot

g securely around her slender ankle. He leaned forward an

My stomach violently contracted.

drive away, and scrub my skin until it bled. But my boots felt like the

lla, dripping steadily onto my shoulders. The cold was s

bored. He slid off Ivan's back and ran towa

Kiera flush against his chest. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. She

seemed to lock directly onto the gap in the curtains. The cor

roze, my muscles locki

he just let her eyes slide past the glass, act

en his teeth. He whispered something against her s

r voices into a dull hum. I needed to hear t

against the freezing, wet frame

the lawn, catching the tiny gap in the window seal and

e rain. It was low, cold, and dripping w

us. Aliana is jus

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Beyond His Lies, Her Alpha's Love
Beyond His Lies, Her Alpha's Love
“Aliana braved a heavy storm, carrying a warm stew for her fiancé, Ivan, just as she always put his needs before her own. This ingrained habit, a survival mechanism from a cold childhood, was about to shatter into a million pieces. Tonight, everything she believed was a lie. The iron gates of Ivan's private villa flashed red, denying her entry, and a guard mumbled lies. Ignoring him, she pushed past, a strange orchid perfume leading her to Ivan's car, where a tube of crimson lipstick lay on the passenger seat. Through a window, she saw him with another woman and a small child, an image that felt like jagged glass twisting in her heart. Then his words cut through the storm, cold and cruel: "Aliana is just a placeholder." He was marrying her for her multi-billion-dollar patent, a secret deal made with her own parents, who had sold her for a kickback to buy this very house. Her family, her love, her future-all were a calculated lie. Her inner wolf, usually fierce, fell terrifyingly silent, replaced by a chilling resolve. The burning acid in her throat wasn't just bile; it was the taste of her shattered devotion. She didn't want his apologies or his guilt. She wanted his ruin, and as Ivan walked in with a fake smile the next morning, Aliana was ready to deliver it.”