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Sold To The Scarred Alpha King

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 704    |    Released on: 16/10/2026

da Coo

e rusty wrought-iron gates of the Cooley Pack esta

ers nervously traced the hem of my trench coat

escort me. A small part of me felt a sting of disappointment, but Axel had quietly assured me

ful bow. "Take all the time you need. The Alpha gave strict orders: if anyone in this hou

pale as ghosts, dropping to their knees i

fty, dimly lit foyer of the house where I had spent eigh

e; they simply scattered li

dark basement where my small cot was located, a sharp,

ie, my stepmother, sneered, leaning over the carved banis

cashmere sweater, and a glittering diamond necklace-undoubtedly bough

ed as she looked down

rs like a queen surveying a peasant. "Did that crippled monster even have the equi

ng to look down. "I'm only here

e of gray smoke into my face as she reached the bottom step. "Everything in this hou

basement door, but Kecia stepped directly

ther, you wolfless

n as she raised her manicured hand, aiming to st

ch my skin, a terrifying gust

could track. He caught Kecia's

followed by Kecia's piercing, bloodcurdling

his voice flat and dead, "and I w

g of garbage, sending her cr

or as she scrambled backward, pressing herself a

nstantly as he bowed with complete reverence. "My apol

rusted tin box containing my mother's broken silver ch

dling her broken wrist, while Valer

ond necklace on Kecia's neck and scoffed coldly. "Enjoy t

holding my mother's memory

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“I was born a wolfless runt, the shameful bastard of the Cooley Pack, and treated like a stray dog my entire life. When the time came for a blood pact marriage, my family eagerly threw me away, forcing me to take my half-sister's place. They sold me to Justen Romero, the notorious third son of the ruling dynasty. Everyone knew the rumors. He was a violent, unhinged recluse whose face had been melted into a grotesque nightmare by a catastrophic silver explosion. My stepmother and sister celebrated my departure, fully expecting the crippled monster to torture and kill me in his lair. When I returned to the compound days later to retrieve my dead mother's belongings, they were waiting for me. They stood in the grand foyer, wearing expensive designer dresses bought with my marriage money. "Look what crawled back from the crypt. Did the ruined dog kick you out of his bed already?" My half-sister sneered, raising her hand to slap me, bragging about how she would secure the real Romero heir and leave me to rot in the Rogue lands. For nineteen years, I had slept in a damp basement, enduring their endless abuse. I couldn't understand how my own blood could be so vicious, gleefully paving their path to high society with my dead body. But what they didn't know was that the terrifying monster they sent me to die with wasn't a monster at all. As the heavy oak doors of the mansion suddenly exploded off their hinges, revealing my furious, fiercely protective Alpha husband and his armed enforcers, I stopped cowering. This time, I was going to watch them lose everything.”