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Flash Marriage To The Hidden Alpha King

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 805    |    Released on: Today at 10:52

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d marble lobby of Crestview Heights, roll

a sharp, calculating gaze. But the second I tapped the black-a

rom the waist before rushing out from behind th

rk as the head of private security for this building? That was the only l

softly as it reach

y two massive double-door suites separated by a wide

ard to scan the lock, my eyes accidentally drifted towar

t 4

nearly

s a polished brass nam

onths-his so-called "ticket into high society" that he h

polis, my shotgun-marriage Rogue husband lived di

e black keycard slipped from my fin

pick it up, the electronic l

ng a tailored navy suit and smoothing his

lk slip dress. She wrapped her arms around his neck

reception tonight, darling," Falon purred. "My

nts of cedar and wild roses fl

y suitcase, my fingers

e. The smug smile on his face instantly shattere

u doing here?" he demanded,

aw me standing there with my cheap suitcas

slippers with her arms crossed over her chest. "Did you get kicked out of you

e surge of humiliation. "Where I live is no

pointed an aggressive finger at my face. "Did you follow me her

at important, Finley? A spineless coward who crawled into an

eathe a single word of this at the office, I will make sure

id, holding hi

ling backward against the doorframe. "Ah... Finley,

y of fragile helplessness. In high-society werewolf culture, high-tier females ofte

f snapped under the perceived

ared, his eyes flashing a dangerous crimson as he

ingle drop of scent, yo

ck veins bulged across his forearm, and his fingernails sharpe

already pressed against the locked doo

throwing my forearms up

w never

rough the hallway, followed immediat

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“I came home early with a fresh blueberry cake to celebrate my four-year anniversary with my fiancé, Finley. Instead, I found him in our engagement bed, desperately tangled with my supposed best friend, Falon. When I caught them, Finley didn't even apologize. He pulled the sheets up, his eyes flashing with pathetic hostility. "If you weren't so cold and boring, do you think I'd ever look at another woman? You're a nobody from a common bloodline. What can you offer me?" Falon mocked me from the pillows, boasting that her executive father could give Finley the promotion and territory resources I never could. They both knew my twenty-fourth birthday was tomorrow. Under strict pack law, if I didn't present a registered mate by the deadline, the elders would forcibly assign me to an older, widowed wolf for breeding duty. They thought they had me perfectly cornered. Four years of loyalty, sold out for a corporate title. Looking at the two parasites, my suffocating pain suddenly turned into ice-cold clarity. I threw the house key straight at Finley's bleeding face, walked out into the freezing midnight downpour, and grabbed the first terrifying, scarred Rogue wolf I saw standing in the shadows. "Walk inside the Pack Registry with me right now. I will pay you a hefty fee to sign a marriage contract." I thought I was just buying a nameless stray to dodge my arranged mating. I had no idea I had just bound myself to an absolute apex Alpha who could crush my ex's entire existence with a single word.”