The Genius Designer Escapes Her Alpha

Chapter 5

Word Count: 868 | Released on: 16/09/2026

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ou'd probably be a world-class master designer by now. I told you back then, what's so go

ubject. "Forget it! Let's not talk about that bad luck! It's in the past! We're looking forward

e of days ago asking about you. That girl is drowning in books studying abroad, but she thinks about you every day.

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my friends. For three years, I was buried in endless pack duties, isolated from everyone, like a canary

just pass by simply becau

had a huge chance of placing high. While I was preparing my final piece, my biological father, Forrest Hayes, came to me

my profession and despised the idea

Montgomery" left his mouth

was receiving treatment, I saw him. He wasn't the Alpha King then-just an irritable, powerful, feared boy, isolated behi

with landscapes and flowers, hop

mbered. I thought, even if it was a transaction, the boy I had gi

cold beer. The liquid burned my thro

you once tried to save from the dark could be

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ner wouldn't meet directly with a

b texted again. "But the money is huge. D

. "Also, remember the Starlight Competition? Th

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s Caleb had given me for the client me

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athtaking city skyline. A man stood with his back to us, his tall, imposing silhouette

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He Shuyao Werewolf

“I am the Luna to the Alpha King, but our marriage is nothing but a gilded cage. Every night, my husband forces me to drink a bitter wolfsbane concoction so I, an Omega, will never bear his heir. While he was on national television flaunting his childhood sweetheart, my fragile brother collapsed and needed a $200,000 life-saving surgery. I begged Corbin for the money. He threw a black credit card at me like a bone to a dog. But when I reached the hospital emergency room, the nurse looked at me with pity and said the card was declined. He had frozen his accounts. When I frantically called his private number, his mistress answered. "Oh, is that you, Davina? Corby is a little... preoccupied in the shower right now." My inner wolf howled in agony. I was his fated mate, yet I was treated like disposable trash, enduring daily humiliation while his mother mocked my barren womb and he paraded his true love to the world. He knew I needed that money to save my brother's life, yet he chose to leave him for dead just to remind me of my place. Why did I ever think my sacrifices could warm his cold heart? Watching my brother being wheeled into surgery thanks to a friend's emergency loan, whatever love I had for Corbin Montgomery turned to ash. I went back to his mansion, piled up every designer bag and diamond he had ever given me, and started a public livestream. "As of tonight, I formally petition the Alpha King for The Rejection."”