He Chose The Precious Healer, I Awoke The White Wolf Queen

Chapter 2

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ay chimed 2:00 AM when the heavy o

siness. His tie was loosened, his hair was slightly disheveled, and the oppressive scent of pine and stor

he faint smear of red lipsti

sofa, and then shifted to the 26-inch suitcase resting by my f

adiating absolute arrogance. "Corwin told me you saw the video. Is this your new tactic, Anastasia? Throwing a tantrum and thre

n't ask about the blood I had shed or th

rately for three years, feeling absolute

n," I said, my voice eerily ste

In his mind, I was supposed to cry, to beg, to fall to my knees and ask for his affection. To punish my di

growled, towering over me. "Fine.

ld and merciless, and spoke the w

reject you, Anastasi

rms, waiting for

a single flinch. I didn't hesi

Ross, accept y

s left my lips, the

rough my chest, violently ripping a piece of my soul away. The metallic taste of blood instantly flooded my mouth. I dug my fingernail

inctively flying to his chest. His Black Dire Wolf was thrashing beneath his s

of three years of pathetic muscle memory,

the kitchen counter," I said coldly. "D

on him and walked

of his authority slammed into the room, a suffocating pressure designe

o crack open a seal deep within my blood. A strange, icy clarity surged through my veins, wrappi

pen and stepped out into the freezing night

es felt unnaturally sharp. The dormant White Wolf bloodline, st

eard Daxton's voice. Wolves often spoke alo

d, his voice trembling with a volatile mix of fury and a

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He Chose The Precious Healer, I Awoke The White Wolf Queen

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“I was attacked by a Rogue and lost my unborn Alpha pup to a toxic silver blade. Bleeding and terrified in the hospital, I called my mate, Alpha Daxton, begging for him to come. "A wolfless body could never handle an Alpha's bloodline anyway. What's there to cry about?" He hung up on me. Shortly after, I received a leaked video of him throwing a lavish banquet. He wasn't busy with urgent Pack business; he had mobilized all resources to welcome back Alina, the Pack's Healer, holding her with a tenderness he never showed me. When he finally came home at 2 AM smelling of her lily perfume, he looked at my packed suitcase and sneered. "I, Daxton Allison, reject you, Anastasia Ross, as my mate." He expected me to shatter and beg on my knees. For three years, I had abandoned my academic career and hidden my identity as a genius tech developer, enduring his emotional abuse just to be his perfect Luna. In his arrogant eyes, I was just a pathetic, submissive maid who would die without the Pack's protection. But he didn't know my love for him had already bled out. "I, Anastasia Ross, accept your rejection." I stared right into his merciless eyes as our mate bond permanently snapped. Then, I walked out of his estate to reclaim my tech empire, leaving him to drown in his own delusions.”