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The Masked Alpha's Secret Contract Bride

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 846    |    Released on: Today at 15:34

Holla

self-service printer for two agonizing hours unt

nned the bottom line: Silver

inally dropped. I was clean, which meant I could keep wo

and headed up the stairs toward the second-floor

ond-floor corridor, I ran straight into

the waist as they walked out of the o

fore a nasty smile spread across her painted lips, and s

into cold arrogance as he pulled her closer. Even though he was just

to the side, trying to walk past

ht into my path. "Well, well, isn't thi

aid, lifting my chin as

ing my wrinkled clothes with pure contempt. "What are you

zing tone. "Emilie, Chloe is pregnant with my pu

nto the same bin," I shot back, my fing

ter as ever! A pathetic wolfless girl with no family ba

paycheck for two years?" I sneere

ou think you are? You're just a stray dog nobody wants! Without an Inner Wolf, you

y ears made my head throb, and to protect my last shre

laughed loudly. "Go ahead and call this p

own, whispering and pointing at the

igure rounding the pillar out of the corner of my eye. Without even lo

ced loudly, trying to cov

ocking smiles on Tristan's and Chloe's fac

lowly turned my head and followed the exp

eyes and the chiseled, furious face of the lunatic o

d to pull my hand back as if I had touch

hing his arm, a dangerous, calculating

e low enough for only the two of us t

es in a silent plea and whispered un

the terrifying upper-class aura rolling off him made her voice s

meet the man's eyes as he chimed in,

r and laced his fingers tightly through mine. The scorching hea

s dark gaze onto my face as a

said, leaning down so his warm breath brushed my ear,

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“I was born wolfless, a fragile bottom-feeder who gave everything to my fiancé. Then I caught him tangled in our apartment bed with my coworker. To drown the humiliation, I dragged a masked pit fighter into a hotel room, leaving him a thousand dollars as hush money before fleeing. But my ex wasn't done. He and his new pregnant fiancée used their pack status to get me fired from my only job. Without my paycheck, I couldn't afford the ICU bills for my grandmother, whose heart was failing from silver poisoning. With no options left, I stood in the freezing rain for ten hours, begging the pack's untouchable billionaire Healer to save her life. When the VIP doors finally opened, I froze in absolute shock. The Supreme Alpha looking down at me was the same masked fighter I had paid off like a cheap street walker. Why was the most powerful man in the pack fighting in underground pits? And why did he look at me with such a dangerous, predatory gaze? "Sign your name, or walk out that door and buy a coffin." He didn't demand an apology for the insult. Instead, he slapped a marriage contract on his mahogany desk. To save my grandmother, I picked up the cold pen and signed my freedom over to the devil.”