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Claimed by the Alpha King: His Secret White Wolf

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1115    |    Released on: 06/06/2026

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on the apartment door. It wasn't the polite

ll ended abruptly. Footsteps scurried back from the balcony. "Who could tha

suitcase and pulled open the guest room do

and it was immediately

a messy bun, and her face was a mask of pure fury. She shoved past a stunned Hailee without a word and strode int

lee stammered, trying to regain her com

whirling around to face her. She point

ailee. I was tired of screaming. I was tired of drama. I just

e with him," I said.

oncern evaporating. "I... I was just trying

bother to respond. The disgust I felt was a physical thing

houlders, steering me toward the door like a bodyguard. We left Hailee sta

, the adrenaline that had been keeping me upright vanished. My legs gave out, and I sank

of the last few hours-it all crashed down on me at once. A splitting hea

arm water into my hands. "Go take a shower. A ho

ter run cold, hoping it could wash away the filth of the day. But it couldn't. The ima

mind was a racetrack of angry, looping thoughts. Anxiety, sharp and venomous, coiled in my gut. My heart was beating too fast, m

hs ago for stress-induced insomnia when I was on a tight deadline. I haven't tak

ls into my palm. I didn't even look at them closely. I just wanted pe

or the promised drows

ickling sensation started on my skin. My throat began to feel tig

. I looked at my arms in the dim light from the window. An

ng. This was

g around my windpipe. I tried to call out for Janae, but my vocal cord

solute, seized me.

n violently. My legs tangled beneath me, and I pitched forward, crashing heavily on

nd unnaturally loud i

ound that sa

hallway light. She took one look at me on the floor-my face turning a dusky purp

God, Ca

Her fingers went to my neck, checking for a pulse. "Anaphylaxis," s

rolled under the bed. She snatched it up, reading the label.

me into her arms. I was a dead weight, my cons

erground parking garage. The cold concrete floor scraped against my bare f

led as she peeled out of the garage an

on't you dare close yo

t, airless ocean. The darkness was closing in, and I was too weak to

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Claimed by the Alpha King: His Secret White Wolf
Claimed by the Alpha King: His Secret White Wolf
“I spent three years playing the perfect, supportive wife to my A-list actor husband, Colten. But on the night I spent hours preparing his favorite meal, he walked in with his cruel mother and slapped divorce papers onto our glass coffee table. He reeked of a famous actress's expensive perfume. "I need a partner who reflects my status, Caroline, not a useless parasite," he sneered, demanding a PR-friendly divorce to protect his image. His mother mocked my background, ordering me to take a meager settlement and disappear from his life. Soon after, I discovered an even deeper betrayal: my best friend had been his spy all along, helping him secretly siphon my hard-earned money into offshore accounts to fund his affairs. I had begged my industry contacts to get him his first auditions when he was just a broke waiter. How could the man I sacrificed everything for be so utterly ruthless? But Colten and his mother made one fatal mistake. They thought I was just a small-time, disposable artist. They had no idea I was actually "Argent," the elusive, world-famous graphic novelist whose upcoming movie rights Colten desperately needed to secure his next blockbuster role. I calmly ripped the divorce agreement in half and threw it at his chest. Then, I packed my bags, froze his assets, and called the most ruthless lawyer in the city. The huntress was awake, and it was time to take everything back.”