Rejected at the Altar, Claimed by the Alpha King

Chapter 4

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e exit. "Everyone in Riverdale knows the five Moore daughters. The public considers me a p

ight, his heavy boots stepping onto the thick carpet a

his voice dropping into a dangerous register. "I do not sign multi-billion-d

al at the altar," I fired back. "You wanted a quiet, convenient wif

e did not reach for the lace. Instead, he turned and dropped ont

, "we cannot look like strangers. The media is already framing this as a desperate rescue. Tomorr

who threw herself at your feet," I said directly. "Our

his knees as his golden eyes bored into me.

child who ran away because he feared responsibility. I would rather

antly. A flicker of satisfaction gleamed in

room's landline. He dialed a three-digit extension.

whir, spitting out pages of financial reports detailing the

the table. "Five hundred million dollars. I will wire the bridge loan to your

y chest, though I kept my po

ehouse," Jasper said, watching my reaction closely. "My inspectors suspect forged glyphs and stolen relic

c artifacts were the core of my secret trade. Under the alias "SS,"

ifests," I said simply

gesturing for me to step out into the private cor

my veil, and walked past him int

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Rejected at the Altar, Claimed by the Alpha King

He Shuyao Werewolf

“I stood at the altar in my heavy bridal veil, waiting to marry the Alpha heir to save my family's heavily indebted pack. But the groom never showed up. Instead, his enforcer announced to the entire aristocracy that Desean Montgomery had fled the territory, canceling our wedding because I was a "wolfless freak." My mother looked at me like a defective piece of property, cursing me for bankrupting us. The groom's father stepped forward, proudly declaring to the press that his elite bloodline wouldn't be tainted by a cripple. The cathedral erupted in cruel laughter and flashing cameras. The guests mocked me, waiting to see the pathetic, abandoned bride cry. If I walked out of those doors alone, my pack would be torn apart by creditors before sundown. Beneath my veil, my blood flared with the ancient, dormant fire of the White Wolf. I kept my breathing steady. I couldn't let my beast wake here, nor would I let an arrogant coward dictate my fate. I was not the weak, wolfless recluse they all thought I was. I stepped down from the altar, parted the sea of gossiping socialites, and stopped directly in front of the most feared man in the room-the supreme Alpha King, Jasper Jones. "Mr. Jones, are you currently single and free of any mating bond?" "I am." "Then step up to the altar and marry me instead."”