The Substitute Bride Who Stole the Alpha's Cold Heart

Chapter 2

Word Count: 644 | Released on: 16/06/2026

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I rolled off the bed. My hand reached under the lumpy mattress and

. It rang twice before a calm

pare to receive a transfer of twenty mill

se in her voice, on

of receipt within ten minutes

stood,

having enough to eat. But her eyes were ancient, filled with knowledge and a fire that didn't belong to a forgotten rogue. My past life was a blur

single encrypted message glowed on the screen:

lips. I deleted the messa

ck came at

me years ago out of pity. In reality, she was the only person in this worl

white ceremonial dress. Ch

iss," she murmured, too low for

ic of the dress. It felt like paper against my skin. Anya began to s

eyes in the

softly. "As of today, I

outward. It was a trick I'd learned in the borderlands when you had no pack-link to scream a warni

tatic, and if I concentrated, I could pick out the sharper threads within it-threads laced with fear and fury, all emanat

of the exchange bleeding through his Beta Rhys's panicked mind. The name "Eryn Barber," striking like a hammer on glass. The barely-contained rage

on Ewing had just heard about the s

ands resting on my shoulders. She met my g

a small,

elcoming mood," I said, my voi

ghtened briefly on my shoulders-a silent promise.

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The Substitute Bride Who Stole the Alpha's Cold Heart

Shi Huatu Werewolf

“For eighteen years, the Sinclair family kept me locked in their attic, treating me worse than a stray dog while their precious daughter lived like a princess. Then, they suddenly barged into my room with a desperate demand: I had to take her place and marry Alpha Brandon Ewing. He was known across the Dominion as a disfigured, crippled monster who would undoubtedly torture and kill a wolfless Omega like me within a week. The Sinclairs didn't care. They planned to let me die, then extort his pack for compensation in the name of grief. When I arrived at the Alpha's magnificent estate, his staff immediately tried to humiliate me. "Latecomers must enter through the servants' passage," the head housekeeper sneered, pointing to a rusted dog door. The elite guests laughed, waiting for me to break down in tears and crawl on my knees. They all thought I was just a pathetic sacrifice, a weak pawn meant to be broken and discarded by everyone. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. I didn't cry. Instead, I calmly extorted twenty million dollars from the Sinclairs, walked up to the Alpha's impenetrable iron gates, and ripped a one-ton granite statue from the ground. With a single swing, I smashed their grand entrance to pieces. I stepped over the ruins, ready to show my terrifying new husband exactly what kind of beast he had just married.”