The Substitute Bride Who Stole the Alpha's Cold Heart

Chapter 6

Word Count: 739 | Released on: 16/06/2026

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re white where he gripped the arms of his wheelchair. His wolf was a raging inferno, demandi

Alpha's Command, when the oak doors w

d the tension like

. She was beautiful, but her face was twisted into an ugly mask of jealousy and rage. Given how she stor

r cousin, the Alpha, and

licking over my cheap dress with open disgust

s a disgrace! How could you let yourself

she had insulted me, but because she had dared invade hi

ont of me, a low growl rumbling in

s tantrum in a silk dress, and I didn

tirade, I sucked in a huge breath and let out the

ER! ASS

ed down the stone corridors-a complete one-eighty fr

gape, completely baffle

unned, his rage short-circuited by

ss than fi

a squad of elite estate guards poured into the room. They were armed with silver-bladed spears,

over one eye, recognized the princess and hes

was m

grabbing his arm like a frightened child,

ith fake sobs. "She kicked down the d

n act of high treason. An attack on the Alp

m shocked to furious. "Y

ical, and perfectly pitched to sow chaos. "The Alpha's mate is threatened in his own chambers!

nvoked pack law. They were sworn to pro

rom me to the princess, and finally, to th

on, real tears in her eyes now. "Brandon-brother

he room was on

ed. I leaned against the guard captain and gave Brandon a challenging, mo

let. I had caught it and t

rage being replaced by something else

in the tense silence. He was going to have to make a choice.

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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.”