When the Billionaire Alpha Grovels

Chase

t the towering iron gates of the Silvercrest P

ing guests in tailored suits and shimmering silk gowns. As I stood on

ecognition, thinly veiled disgust, and malice,

awling over my skin like ice water. I hadn't

zed body into an abandoned room, and filmed my humiliation behind a glowing red light. By morning, maliciously edit

hameless whore, stripped of my standi

her froze my university transcripts and held my late mother's research

my worn black heels clicked to a halt before the entrance. Two burly Beta gua

irked. "Well, if it isn't Brea Chase, the infamous pack slut from eight y

ne rising in my throat, but I dug my nails into my palms and kept my voice flat. "Step a

back, though as the heavy metal doors swung open, he deliberately rammed his

over hundreds of elite guests, and their laughter

le. Several women in silk gowns pinched their noses and took a theatrical step

t she got any shame showing her face afte

t little mistake. Everyone deserves a second

ers echoed around me, their

n a crisp black dress uniform, his hawk-like eyes radiating pure disgust. "

. "Sign the release on my university tr

tray with a sharp crack. "I brought you back so the Board of Elders sees the S

ender, long-suffering benevolence. "Oh, Alvia, please, don't be so harsh with her on such a blessed day. We all know Brea made terribl

venomous whisper wrapped in honey. "We're being so gracious letting a

ht eye gleaming as she looked down at me with feigned pity. "Eight years, little sister, and you're still carrying that b

e only heirloom my late mother had left me. "Save your fake charity.

isgraced the pack can't even get a decent mate, let alone do real research. If you behave today and play the

sister, just as a tall Beta in a charcoal suit, Beckham Rowland, Vice President of the p

d the master of ceremonies pushed open the carved door

y inner elbow as she pulled me close, her breath warm and sweet against my ear. "Come si

s and the crushing pheromone pressure of elite wolves. While Alvia walked Jessi toward the altar amid flashing ca

ed his hands. "Now, let the groom enter

tall man in a tailored white tux

lungs turned t

n Bea

ho had drugged me, dragged me into that dark room, and laughed

Jessi's

rkest nightmares imagining that the man who had orchestrated my ruin was standing there,

mine. The sickening, predatory curve of his lips parted, his eye

ng whispers slammed into my skull like a freight train. My knees buckled, my back smas

rew my mother's manuscripts. Nothing in this cursed territory was

nd, shoved blindly past the startled ushers