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No Scent, No Escape: The Alpha's Fated Prey

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1034    |    Released on: Today at 10:40

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r hissed open, Seraphina

ailored charcoal suit, the sharp lines hiding the curves of my body. My hair, cut short and styled with a careless precision, framed

of my assistant, her expression a perfect blend

crets than anyone, was leaning against the driver's side door. His gaze swept over me, and a flicker of

w rumble as he opened the rear

re the wolves of the North and South met to do business, both leg

. "The files you requested on the Ster

tions, and legal jargon. The world of high finance was my t

e marriage," Zoe said from the seat bes

the foundation of all freedom, Zoe. I'm going to show Damien Sinc

the financial district, stopping before a skyscraper that pie

tale coffee. Three older men in expensive suits sat around a long mahogany table. Their eyes widene

portly wolf with silver hair and a

asked, his tone dripping w

room's projector, a confident smile playing on my lips. "Age has little to d

ssion, but with cold, irrefutable logic. I pointed out three critical flaws in their logistics, a mis

d ruthless, that would not only solve their problems but

e, then to grudging respect. Mr. Harrison's smug smile had lon

ion. "Aethelred's investment is a partnership, not a handout. You accept our revised ter

es. The unspoken power in the room had

nd across the table. "Mr. Silas," he said, the title no longer an ins

nd, my grip fi

actically vibrating with excitement. "Se

ps, a rare moment of unguarde

the suit jacket and loosened the tie. The 'Silas' pe

lly hijacked the Sterling project, Boss. That's going to put a significant

lculation as I stared out at the glitter

liquid doing nothing to quell

pective bride isn't just disobedient," I continued

n Sinclair, an Alpha who ruled the North, wouldn't be swayed from a critical political

Something that would strike at the

o find his

What do we know about Damien Sinclair per

weakness is rarely an enemy he can see. I

angerous plan clicking into place. I would have

one thing, or the one person, that could make him look weak. Make him look fooli

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No Scent, No Escape: The Alpha’s Fated Prey
No Scent, No Escape: The Alpha's Fated Prey
“To escape a political marriage, I disguised myself as a scentless male Omega and snuck into the Northern Alpha's territory, aiming to force him to call off the engagement on his own. But a murder broke out the very night I arrived, and he was framed and sentenced to death. I immediately posed as a detective to help him clear his name, planning to leverage the life-saving favor to make him tear up the marriage contract. The moment our fingertips touched, the giant wolf dormant inside him roared out loud: "Mine." It dawned on me then - I, the infiltrator who had hidden every trace of my scent perfectly, turned out to be the fated Omega he had spent years searching for. My plan to break off the engagement fell apart completely. I had walked straight into the beast's arms on my own.”