The Defective Mate's Hidden Royal Bloodline

Chapter 7

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r and turned to leave whe

na White, burst out

perfect mask of shock and distress. Julian

rantically throw dirty water on me. "You restless, venomous bitch! You've been deliberately causing trouble a

fect before screaming, "Ho

rmance was flawless, her voice filled with t

n, I... I only took one bite, and my throat started burning... Thank goodness I spit it ou

Julian's chest, as if she

abrication. A ridic

the kitchens. People saw me the entire way. If it was p

my wrist and yanking me back toward the suite door. "How dare yo

ting and whispering. Isabella's performance, Lena's aggression, the onlookers' gossip, it all

, I'm so scared... Is she doing this because

o Julian, waiting

loved would handle this absurd play. Even for the sake of the Pack's reputat

he fact that I was being viciously framed. To him, I wasn't a person; I was just a bothersome p

voice like ice. "Ap

n't hurt anymore. But hearing those words, it felt as i

didn't look for the truth. He

ady declare

a, he chose her withou

logize?" I heard myself say, my voice

n's fury. He was used to my submission, or perh

rom the coffee table and stalking toward me. "Isabella

gnity or my feelings at all. He just needed an excuse to punish m

nd. The cake I had baked with t

ised the

led it, cake and all, into the tra

amic was sharp and piercing

heart as vile as yours

e corridor was silent.

I saw a triumphant smile fl

an. I watched as this man took the last piece of

This w

eded, Julian

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Superstition Werewolf

“For years, I endured the mockery of being a "wolfless" outcast, acting as the perfectly devoted mate to Alpha Julian. But just weeks before his Mating ceremony with the noble Isabella, I overheard him call me a mere "placeholder" and a temporary "bed warmer." He didn't just break my heart; he crushed my dignity. He forced me to iron Isabella's wedding gowns. When Isabella faked an allergic reaction to a cake I baked, Julian didn't even investigate. "Something made with such vile intentions belongs in the garbage, just like you!" He roared, throwing my cake into the trash and demanding I apologize to the woman who was parading around with my stolen family heirloom. Looking at his cold, judgmental eyes, the lingering illusion of our bond evaporated into a vast, silent wasteland. How could I have been so foolish to love a man so utterly blind? I didn't shed a single tear. "Consider this my apology." I smiled, picking up a glass of ice water and throwing it directly into Isabella's perfectly made-up face. Locked away in the Ancestral Hall as punishment, I didn't panic. Instead, I calmly began plotting with his rival cousin, setting a trap for Isabella's powerful family. I no longer wanted his love; I wanted my absolute freedom.”