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The Secret Identity of His Unwanted Wolfless Mate

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1017    |    Released on: Today at 12:21

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a service alley and drove directly toward the brick wall of a dere

the panel hissed shut behind us, sealing us in. Bright white lights flickered on, illumi

and judgment, ceased to exist. Do

ject Chimera's data stream. The leak lasted 0.01 seco

scading lines of code. Data flowed through my mind not as numbers, but as patterns, as

isn't part of the diagnostic. It's a mimetic beacon, designe

sor Albright and his team have been at it f

stop before a massive alloy blast door emblazoned with a discreet, stylized

nter buzzed with quiet, focused energy. Scientists and technicians moved between holographic dis

th, I had on a practical pair of black trousers and a white button-down shirt. My whole d

rd us. Professor Albright. "Dr. Welch! Thank God you're

external physical connections now," I ordered, my voice calm but carrying an absolute a

of panic, now moved with renewed pur

screen in front of me was a waterfall of red alert

nterface responding to my thoughts as much as my

Albright said, his voice tight with anxiety as he stood beh

cient logic bomb, wrapped in a quantum entanglement shell. They're using

ate the malicious code, buried deep wi

would be like swatting a fly. I wa

A data trap, disguised as a system

u," I w

inal command

data streams resolved into clean, orderly lines of blue. The low,

hrough the control center, followed

e globe with a single, blinking red dot over a remote location in

" He shook his head in disbelief. "With this final stress test passed, Project Chimera is o

The tension in my shoulders began to recede. The lazy, almost bored express

rubbing my temples. "I'm going to f

d. He knew I wouldn't actually sleep. "Good work, H," he said qu

he warmth seeping

oice even lower. "He also told me to inform yo

ned. "

his breach, the General agrees. Your cover as a 'wolfless outcast' is becoming a liability

ppeared in my composure. Theodore Carter. That stubborn, m

am fogging my vision. This was an entan

oved it. Which meant it

w breath and

, my voice fla

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The Secret Identity of His Unwanted Wolfless Mate
The Secret Identity of His Unwanted Wolfless Mate
“My fiancé slid a black credit card across the restaurant table, his voice cutting through the quiet room to announce our engagement was over. "I can't marry a wolfless, it's an insult to the pack." He declared me a disgrace, while my stepsister sat right beside him, gripping his hand and shedding perfectly timed, fake tears of sympathy. The humiliation didn't end there. When I returned to the house I grew up in, my own parents treated me like a disease. Terrified that my ruined reputation would taint their precious social standing, my father actually dialed 911 to report me as a fugitive. "She's a criminal, lock her up so she stops ruining this family!" my mother shrieked, hoping to throw me in a cell just to get rid of me. They all looked down on me, mocking my lack of a wolf and praising my stepsister's bright future, fully believing I was just a pathetic, useless outcast destined for the gutter. But they had no idea that behind my plain clothes, I was "The Architect"-the top-secret genius controlling the military's most classified AI. So, when the supreme Lycan heir was forced to offer me a fake engagement, I calmly accepted the deal and logged on to apply for M.I.T., ready to show them exactly who they had thrown away.”