My Unexpected Mate is the Undercover Lycan Alpha

Chapter 7

Word Count: 932 | Released on: Today at 09:52

Coole

tched Lance grab a full glass of dark red wine from a passing tray and edge t

rward, pretending to trip over his own feet whil

White Wolf, I slid half a step to

of his own trousers, and he pitched forward with a yelp, flingin

cream as the dark crimson liquid soaked

a halt. Every guest in the ball

pointed a shaking finger at me. "I'm sorry, Miss Da

at her ruined dress before glaring at m

r diamond gold bracelet. "If you're jealous of my status, just say it! How da

s and glaring at me with open disgust. "That's right! You're just a

niffing the air as the sour smell of the spilled liquid hit my

are you spouting? This wine is a hundred-year vintage Blood-Moon Rose th

rly across the silent hall. "Because silver is fatal to werewolves in large doses, only a master brewer can blend a harmless trace of

stain spreading across Danae's chest, which re

hetic syrup mixed with cheap alcohol," I said f

ine connoisseurs. Hearing my explanation, an old Elder stepped

She's right. There's no wolf-core resonance in th

urned as red as a beet. She looked frantically a

the wealthy business partners around him began

llar to cover his embarrassment. "What does a wolfless country bumpkin k

acting Alpha of the Cooley Pack serves ten-dollar fake wine to distinguished guests at

crowd grew louder

s wave. I narrowed my eyes, letting a sliver o

dares touch me,

huddering visibly as if their inst

s arm, and forced an ugly smile onto her face. "Oh, the cellar servants must have m

tray with two bowls of steaming, thick herb soup. Noticeably, there wasn'

bowl of boiling soup and holding it out to me, a venomous glint hiding in her eyes

Healer senses identified the odorless extract d

ainful, mindless mating frenzy driven by raw inst

ile and reached out my han

dy werewolf pup chasing a ball straight toward Enid's

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

My Unexpected Mate is the Undercover Lycan Alpha

Ming Yue Werewolf

“I was known as the defective, wolfless outcast of the Cooley Pack, treated like a stray dog by my adoptive family. The only thing I had left was my fiancé, Freddy, until I caught him rutting with an Omega in a public restroom. "Once I use this marriage pact to swallow her dead parents' trust fund, I'll dump her in the outer barrens." When I kicked the stall door open and broke off the engagement, my adoptive parents were furious. They didn't care about his betrayal; they only cared about the business loans his family had promised them. "Climbing into his bed is a blessing for a freak like you!" They even set a vicious trap at a family banquet, locking me in a dark room pumped full of Heat-inducing incense so Freddy could force a permanent Marking bite on my neck. To them, my life was nothing but a cheap bargaining chip to be traded for commercial real estate. I had endured their abuse for years, suppressing my true White Wolf bloodline just to quietly investigate my birth parents' disappearance. But after being pushed to the brink, I was absolutely done playing the meek, helpless victim. To completely sever their control over my life, I grabbed a broke rideshare driver off the street and signed a legally binding Blood Pact marriage. My adoptive family laughed, waiting to publicly humiliate my penniless new husband at the banquet. Little did they know, my "stray dog" husband was actually a supreme Lycan Alpha, and he was about to make them all kneel.”