The Alpha King's Secret White Wolf Mate

Chapter 7

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he cold muzzle of the gun rema

ughed up a mouthful of thick, black,

nt faded from her cheeks. Her chest began to rise and fall evenly, and t

shock rippled throu

ing gaze locked instantly onto my face. When she took in my

ed, her voice weak but carrying the abs

ered his weapon, dropping

gaze lingered on the smooth skin of my neck, realizing I had no Alp

mured, grabbing my hand tightly, her eyes gleamin

oon-herb synthesis to purge the silver residue. You n

m a commanding Matriarch to an eager matchmaker. "What is your name, sweet child? Are you mated? The

, but anxiety quickly clawed at my chest. I glanced down the

ave a family emergency!" I

I spun around and sprinted toward

bbed the cab's door handle. He stepped forward respectfully, bowing his h

is eyes full of newfound respect. "T

he cold metal card, threw myself into the bac

ntral Healing S

ortens

ped cane, watching the yellow cab

silver toxin that had plagued me for years was entirely gon

failing health, and more importantly, to find a Luna for my stubborn grandson, Alpha King Jo

s: A girl with a pure soul and ancient heali

y, she a

s breathtakingly beautiful. Most importantly, her scent was compl

eeply with guilt. "Should we pursue her? She possesses the moon

alt. "No need to chase her like wild do

skyscrapers of the city, my

authority of the Matriarch. "And call my grandson. Tell him to keep a close eye on his private di

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The Alpha King's Secret White Wolf Mate

Ethelin Callow Werewolf

“For five years, I played the weak, devoted wife to Hazen Holden, secretly developing the medical formulas that built his billionaire Alpha empire. But on the day I got my positive pregnancy test, I caught him in bed with my ambitious colleague. Worse, I heard him confess that our sacred mate bond was a fake. He had orchestrated our entire marriage just to keep me obediently supplying him with patents, while secretly feeding me toxic wolfsbane disguised as vitamins to keep me weak. When I finally stopped playing the submissive Luna and refused to serve his mistress, Hazen maliciously froze all my hard-earned bank accounts. He left me penniless exactly when my grandmother needed life-saving brain surgery, yet he spent hundreds of thousands buying a luxury sports car for his mistress's brother that very same night. "She's completely useless to the Pack if she won't even obey," his mistress sneered, waiting for me to crawl back on my knees. Did Hazen really think I was just a fragile, wolfless defect who would roll over and die? He had no idea my weak constitution was just the price of suppressing an ancient White Wolf bloodline. Little did he know, I had already planted a fatal flaw in the core serum project his mistress stole from me. Securing the protection of the supreme Alpha King Jonah Webster, I logged into the dark web to short the Holden Pack's stock to zero. Since she wanted my crown, I would let her wear it straight to hell.”