His Defiant Luna: The Lycan King's Contract Bride

Chapter 8

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oulder. Floyd was pacing the dim hallway, the overpowering stench

grip. "Alexa, wait. You can't just leave. If you weren't so cold

of ice. "If you take one more step toward me, Floyd, I will send the HD dashcam footage directly to the Maxwell trust board

inheritance and facing his uncle Alaric's terrifying wrath. He shrank back against the wall, a

oppressive Alpha aura-reeking of rotting earth-flooded the f

narled, stepping forward. "I need to

wouldn't do that. I've set a dead man's switch. If this bag is taken from me, or if I go offline, the unedited Pack financial

stantly paralyzed by the terrifying reality

rs, her cheap perfume suffocating t

te," I said coldly, adju

Rogue!" Kenda shrieked hysterical

uckle. "I have backing you c

tepping out into the freezing winter night. I hailed a passi

ric

, I stared down at the glittering Manhattan skyline. My Lycan was pacing

gger's voice echoed through our Mind-Link. My Gamma

my own mind. *"Upgrade her to the Presidential Suite. Ensure s

stood,

ws of my mind. *"Keep eyes on the Alexander Manor. Barret is a de

. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my bones as I approached the f

te smile. "Welcome, Ms. Alexander. It appears there was a glitch in our loyalty pro

er stayed at this hotel before.

freezing ice seemed to brush against my senses, sending a shiver down my spine. Alaric Maxwell. From the moment I stepped o

ack keycard w

locked the heavy door behind me and dropped my duffel bag onto the glass coffee table. Pulling out the manila envelope containing my mother's trust

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His Defiant Luna: The Lycan King's Contract Bride

Chen Ziluo Werewolf

“I was waiting at the freezing airport for my fiancé when my phone buzzed with a dashcam alert from my other car. Opening the app, I was paralyzed by the sight of my fiancé, Floyd, tangled in the backseat with my own sister, Charlotte. "Alexa is a wolfless failure. I'm only marrying her for the pack shares," he groaned on the screen. When I brought the damning footage back to the packhouse, expecting my uncle to punish their betrayal, he unleashed his Alpha aura on me instead. "To prevent a scandal, the engagement is hereby transferred to Charlotte," my uncle declared coldly, blaming me for risking their corporate alliances. My aunt sneered, telling me that if I walked out those doors, I would be nothing but a pathetic rogue who would die in the streets. I was the true heir to my late father's legacy, yet I was standing entirely alone in a house of thieves. But the agonizing betrayal didn't break me. It rapidly cooled, hardening into an impenetrable armor of ice around my heart. I had nothing left to lose, which meant I was free to destroy them. I packed my core trust fund documents and went straight to Alaric Maxwell-the terrifying, ruthless Lycan King who supposedly repulsed all physical touch. I offered him a clinical, fake marriage to crush my uncle, completely unaware that the apex predator had already set an inescapable trap to claim me as his forever.”