Claimed By The Coldhearted Billionaire Alpha

Chapter 3

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stretched between us l

ly sounds were the occasional clink of silver aga

dining room, her footsteps soft and respectful. S

s a call from

ped halfway

pit

h my veins. My face-already pale

ction. He gave Mrs. Gable a curt

r voice carefully neutral. "The doctor says her conditio

d my throat. I looked at Damien, my lips parting, a desperate plea already on the t

irritation crossed his face. He hated it when I looked at him

napkin, folded it precisely, an

r. We're going

eminder of my place. I never expected him to

silence, until his impatie

you wait

it. I hurried after him, my heart a

Benny White-was already waiti

re of old-world courtesy, something I was certain he had never done fo

h leather seat. He followed, settling beside me and clo

instinctively pressed myself against the door,

stared out the window, my mind c

mach. I'd always had mild motion sickne

me. He noticed the sheen of sweat on my forehead.

his voice a low command to

is expression unchanging, and the car's

a red light, barrelin

ath, wrenching the wheel

lpless against the inertia, my body lurchi

powerful arm shot across my chest and pinne

back of my head. His own body absorbed the momentum, and h

creeched

the fabric of his shirt. His scent surrounded me. I could hear his heartbeat-strong,

scaped him. That impa

rotective cage. He sat up, his jaw tight with f

e was rough, laced with

se, I saw him clearly. I saw the deep furrow between his b

d went

efenses. He hadn't calculated. He hadn't considered. He

nswer. I just

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Claimed By The Coldhearted Billionaire Alpha

Clementine Werewolf

“I am a wolfless Omega, considered a worthless flaw in our world. To save my family from ruin, I was forced to mate with Damien Blackwood, the most powerful and ruthless Alpha. I thought I was just a hostage traded for my brother's gambling debts. But my mother tearfully revealed the horrifying truth: my brother had committed treason by stealing pack secrets, and Damien had intervened to save our entire family from execution. The price for our lives was me. My parents handed me over to this terrifying beast, bowing to him like frightened servants. To secure my place, my mother begged me to immediately give him a child. At the ancestral estate, the Blackwood matriarch publicly humiliated my impure bloodline. She trapped us in her sprawling mansion and sent a maid to our bedroom with a steaming "fertility tonic," demanding I drink it to breed a worthy heir. I was suffocating in this gilded cage. Why was my body the ultimate currency for my family's sins? Why did I have to endure the contempt of his entire pack just because I lacked an inner wolf? Trembling, I waited for my violent, possessive mate to force the bitter liquid down my throat. Instead, Damien snatched the silver tray, hurled the tonic out the window into the darkness, and turned to the terrified maid. "Tell her that if she ever brings something like this to my door again, it won't be the bowl I throw from this window." He looked at me with cold, protective fury, vowing he would never let anyone force me. For the first time, the ice around my heart cracked, and I realized my tyrant Alpha was hiding a much deeper, dangerous secret.”