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I Hired A Drifter Who Is The Supreme Alpha

Chapter 4

Word Count: 883 | Released on: Today at 01:16

Snyd

wed Carlyle out of the noisy bar and into the back alle

d down at me. Even in his faded black shirt, he carried a

t and adopted the

l follow my script from here on out. Not a

into his trouser pocket. His tone was ca

Nobody hired me to ruin you las

nee

ou weren't waiting at that hotel

ered phone from his pocket, opened an encryp

ilthy rogues were gathered around a van when Carlyle appeared like a ghost. Wi

per-right corner. It was ten minute

e back into his poc

r sister hired. As for why I was on

myself to stay calm. Even if he'd beaten up those thugs, he was still a

n, keeping my e

Jalyn. But I'm the one paying y

in cardigan. Then, without warning, he unbuttoned his bl

-dollar salary include

t, his chest and abdominal muscles sharpl

nveloping me at once. My heart raced. I tore my gaze away

of appearance is that in

the shirt back on, button

toward my battered

going to the Pack Registry Center

ted terminal at the municipal Pack Registry Cen

to verify genetic rank

netic rank was fixed at birth and

first, my other hand unconsciously resting o

Omega. Verific

tared at the screen, afraid some

erminal froze for a full five seconds, and the red warn

light turned green, and a gold-emboss

iated. Mate Regi

shield against Gustav's forced marriage. Then I counted out f

lary. Buy a decent sui

unreadable. Then he slipped the money into his pocket and

comman

the driver's seat, gripping the steering wh

oming home with me.

e Doug

n, my elbow resting against the window as the p

ibly overridden the municipal database. Through the Pack mind-link, I ordered Gaston to

ed voice echoed

n unranked rogue. Are you really going to

a as she merged onto the highway toward the Snyder

was finally

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I Hired A Drifter Who Is The Supreme Alpha

Gertrude Werewolf

“I was born a defective, unawakened Omega, treated as nothing but a disposable corporate asset by my own Pack. My stepsister drugged me with a triple-dose heat inducer, paying street thugs to ruin me so my father could sell me off to a fifty-year-old sadistic pervert for a fifty million investment. I barely escaped the trap, only to rush to the hospital and find my amnesiac boyfriend of two years tenderly feeding my stepsister. "You shameless social climber! Throw this lying lunatic out on the street!" He believed her fake tears, completely forgetting that I was the one who stayed in the ICU for two months, draining my own blood to wake him up. He threw a glass at my feet, slicing my ankle, and had his guards drag me out into the freezing autumn wind. Back home, my father unleashed his Alpha's Command, ordering me to pack my bags and marry the pervert tonight. Looking at my bleeding ankle and the mocking faces of my family, my heart turned to cold ashes. Why did my own blood treat me like garbage? Why did the man who swore to protect me with his life become my cruelest abuser? Since both family and love were poison, I decided to flip the entire board myself. I logged into the dark web and posted a bounty to hire a cheap, background-free rogue to legally register as my Mate and ruin their alliance. But I never expected that the "penniless drifter" who accepted my four-thousand-dollar offer was actually the most ruthless pureblood Alpha billionaire on the continent.”