The Genius Designer Escapes Her Alpha

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ett into the operating room, and then drove

e limited-edition designer bags, the diamond jewelry, the racks of haute couture, and those damn

um of wealth, all I felt was a pie

ast on a new account I named 'The Luna's Ledger'. The title of the stream was pure, u

oved it right up to the camera, my voice clear but raspy from crying. "We

while I stay home serving my Alpha King husband, taking the infertility herbs he forces down my throat, he's

members and socialites flooded in. After a few sec

can't even get that on a waitlist! Thirty grand?! Are you crazy? I'LL

ewer count skyrocketed from hundreds to tens of th

didn't even look at the climbing revenue. I just mechanically, precisely held up the clothes, the shoes, the jewelry... ev

; it was a public exe

assed half a million dollars, a single anonymous

he stream. I immediately transferred two hundred thousan

ing, the sky outside was turning a pale, cold gray. I called

ped. I was bone-tired. I dragged myself to the bedro

A

cked open with enough force to cr

his silver-gray eyes were practically bleeding with rage. It was obvious he had seen the stream and sped all the way

a King, I didn't feel a single ounce of fear. Instea

strand of hair behind my ear, before fi

snarl, squeezed through clenched teeth. His oppressive A

. You can't suppress somet

smile never wavering. "Compared to

a poisoned dagger. "After all, I'm not the one who sleeps with my mate, forces her to

iolent shade of ashen gray. He

ilent against the freezing marble floor. The cold shot up my legs

one that held the wolfsbane herbs he forced on me after every intimacy

ac

he bitter-smelling pouches scatte

look at him with nothing but desperate

f my finger, letting it drop onto the pil

thing you've ever given me, I've already sold.