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Stolen Ring: The Alpha's True Mate

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 420    |    Released on: Today at 16:46

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Stolen Ring: The Alpha's True Mate
Stolen Ring: The Alpha's True Mate
“Four years ago, I saved the Alpha King in a dark mountain cave and gave him my innocence. But my adoptive sister stole the silver wolf ring he left me and claimed all the credit. To pay for my dying foster mother's medical bills, my biological parents forced me to take the fall for my sister's crime. "Sign the confession, or we cut off the medical funds immediately!" I spent four brutal years in an exile prison. When I finally got out, my sister was living in luxury by the Alpha King's side, hailed as his savior and the mother of his heir. Meanwhile, I was treated like a filthy ex-convict, forced to scrub floors on my knees while the man I saved looked at me with pure disgust. I lost my youth, my dignity, and the baby the prison doctors told me had died at birth. I didn't understand why my own blood family hated me so much, or why fate was so cruel to a defective wolfless like me. Until the Alpha King's four-year-old son threw himself into my arms, secretly plucking a strand of my hair for a DNA test. Looking at my sister's venomous glare from the mansion balcony, I smiled coldly. Everything you stole from me four years ago, I am going to take back piece by piece.”