I Hired A Drifter Who Is The Supreme Alpha

Chapter 8

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n my thirty-square-meter rental apartment and applied a coat of brig

was down to three thousand dollars.

ned up to commission, I shouldn't have been short of money. But my engraving skills depended on the extraordinar

ars ago because I was afraid Gustav would discov

wearing. Then I pinned my mother's silver brooch to my chest. Its surf

nto the chilly

e street corner, I hailed a yellow

dge Hotel

ening traffic, I took out my p

eat more. Remember your perso

s later, my

blue eyes and the warm black shirt he'd draped o

d up in front of the Grand Ridge H

Just as I was about to head inside, the ear-spl

ned a

from its exhaust casually circled the fountain before forcing its

ha guests in their bespoke formalwear covered

wearing an old black jacket with his hair tousled, stepped out

h heels and grabbed his

? Which junkyard did you

innocent as he tossed the

Someone rear-ended it on the

ples t

us into a joke! If Gustav sees this smoking h

tly, his cedarwood-scente

ould arrive on a bicycle, and people wo

ears grew hot, and I pushed hi

ging and g

und his solid forearm, and led him thro

by, Gustav, Debra, and Jalyn stood with livid expre

s almost touching

uite a week ago! What do you

dly professional smile, not a

t genetic rank has reserved the entire top floor tonight. Your reservat

th saving face, immediately t

he opportunity to redirect everyone's attention away fr

a smoking garbage truck to the Grand R

lifted my chin, and walked toward the stai

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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.”