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Flash Marriage To The Hidden Alpha King

Chapter 7

Word Count: 782 | Released on: Today at 10:52

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"Overtime Strategy" with Executive Heiress Falon St

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I watched our colleagues-the very people who used to flatter

ator chimed, and the d

Finley had his broken wrist in a discreet black brace, but he st

y. "Finley ordered artisan pastries for the team

ence ans

airs of eyes stared at them with nak

oat and looked at a male colleague nearby.

rned his dual-monitor dis

d as the loud, explicit audio of his own groans and Falon

Finley gasped, h

nt she saw the high-definition footage of herself nak

!" she screamed, lunging forward to

canning the room until they locked onto

roared, completely losing his mi

, his good hand curled into a

ed straight into his wild eyes. "Can't handle the spo

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e of the lower-tier wolves dared step

ender, manicured hand with blood-red nails shot out from

f Marketing and my direct sup

olf known for her ruthless corporate tactics

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sure radiated from her body, fo

pouring down his face as he bowed his head in t

e video metadata is timestamped from yesterday. You broke code of conduct, enga

makeup. "Director Price! My father is on the execu

the board ten minutes ago for embezzling pack funds to sponsor your illegitimate pr

collapsed onto the carpet, complet

, his entire future crumbl

g her fingers. "Throw these two pie

irwell, dragged the screaming Falon and the paralyzed

fell silent

ted her blazer, and raised an e

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Flash Marriage To The Hidden Alpha King

Victoria Werewolf

“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.”