Revenge: The Comatose Alpha's Substitute Bride

Chapter 5

Word Count: 809 | Released on: 15/09/2026

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silent warning, its white page

casually against the massive headboard of his bed, his arms crossed over his bare chest. He watched

ust a few pages, smelling faintl

tly what I expected. It was the official story of my life after being adopted by the Hayeses: mediocre gra

arp gasp escaped my lips. I let a pout form on my face,

ice drifted over, lazy and completely unfazed.

marched straight to the edge of his bed. I dropp

belief and a touch of a whine. "Gregory Hayes sold me for ten million do

w, picking up the file. "You a

ss. I softened my tone into a sweet, aggrieved pout, looking up at him through my lashes. "They pocketed a fortune, an

rner of Kaelen's mouth. He was enter

too. Elder Alistair paid for Yasmine. The golden child. But when she threw a fit about marrying a... well, you... they swa

om grew heavy, thick with the sudden, sharp spike of hi

wrapped around my wrist like a steel vise, and wit

ainst his bare, hard chest. In a fraction of a second,

is skin, the intoxicating scent of cedar and ozone wrapping around me like a physical tethe

n that sent an involuntary shiver straight down my spine. His gaze dropped to my lips, l

ze, but I shifted slightly, my knee brushing against his thigh in a silent, daring challenge. "Check the ma

For a long, agonizing moment, the air was so thick I thought he might k

corner of his mouth. He released my wrists

he commanded softly, turning

o my sofa, my pulse still racing, but a

low, lethal murmur. "Liam, I want you to check every agreement Alistair signed

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Revenge: The Comatose Alpha's Substitute Bride

Sibeal Sallese Werewolf

“I was the adopted, "wolfless" orphan of the Hayes family, treated as nothing more than an unpaid servant to my stepsister, Yasmine. When the legendary Sinclair Pack demanded a bride for their comatose Alpha King, Yasmine smashed a vase in disgust. "I'm meant to be a queen, not a nursemaid to a vegetable!" she screamed. So, my stepmother forced me to sign the marriage papers, treating me like a worthless substitute to secure a ten million dollar dowry. They sent me to the Sinclair estate in rags, thinking they had disposed of me for good. Later, they even ambushed me in public, loudly mocking my "corpse" of a husband and trying to humiliate me into paying for their luxury shopping spree with a Sinclair black card. They laughed at my fake tears, treating me like a pathetic, genetic dead-end destined to rot in isolation. To them, I was just a naive, terrified pawn, a disposable shield meant to suffer while they reaped the rewards of my misery. They thought I would just swallow the abuse and fade into the shadows forever. But they didn't know I was secretly a ruthless financial mastermind who had just shorted their entire company. And they definitely didn't know that my "comatose" Alpha husband was actually wide awake, and we had just formed a deadly alliance to destroy them all.”