The Billionaire Alpha's Broken Contract Mate

Chapter 3

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he grand stone steps of the Blackstone Pack Manor. The night wind carried the damp sme

Bowman was leaning against the leather seat,

aching out to support his arm, only fo

d out of the car, but his foot caught on the curb f

ening my arms to catch his weight b

balance completely, and he knocked me down

pressed tight against mine. Through our thin clothe

p cedarwood scent from his neck filled my n

heavy breathing hit the curve of my neck

push him off, but I felt a sudden, viol

at raced wildly against my palms, and I could feel the

and their body reacts with an unstoppable physical surge.

g at his face inches away, thinking he fina

ed by cold disgust. He pushed himself up and r

ooked down at me sprawled on the gr

o climb into my bed?" He straightened his mess

had turned to ice. That tiny bit of

scrambled up from the grass with red eyes, sl

y. "Your weak Omega instincts are noth

to me. That was just an Alpha's natural physical disgus

ark was never disgust, yet my public label a

u think you'd even be allowed inside this manor?" He

blew through my thin clothes. Watching his c

ndured this hostile contract marriage n

d inside me had claimed Bowman as my one a

d limped after him on my sore ankle so the

light spilled out and the old butler bow

ed straight up the stairs toward his second-f

ed outsider. Suddenly, a sharp ache throbbed inside my he

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The Billionaire Alpha's Broken Contract Mate

Celine Egan Werewolf

“I am the legal Luna of the Blackstone Pack, married to the billionaire Alpha CEO, Bowman Justice. But to him, I am just a weak, pathetic Omega and a greedy replacement. He despises me, convinced that my inner wolf secretly craves his rogue brother. While I endure his freezing glares and heavy Alpha commands, he spends his nights at the hotel with his famous ex-girlfriend, Keshia. He hands her the pack's top resources and leaves me bruised and humiliated on the floor of his office. When I begged him for a simple favor, he used his genetic pressure to force me to my knees, mocking my uselessness. "Take your dirty little schemes and get out of my sight." He snarled those words and threw me aside like trash. I had to watch Keshia strut through headquarters reeking of a fake, black-market mate scent, proudly showing off the fresh red mark he left on her collarbone. I endured this hostile contract marriage for years because my hidden, sacred White Wolf chose him as my one true mate. Why couldn't he feel the electric spark between us? Why did he choose a counterfeit, drug-laced scent over his actual fated mate, treating my genuine love like a deadly disease? Wiping the drop of blood from my bruised jaw, I watched Keshia sneer at me and finally let my heart turn to ice. If my Alpha refused to recognize his true mate, then it was time for me to break this bond and walk away.”