Claimed By My Billionaire Boss

Fallon POV

"Ah... Dan... right there..." "Laura, you're so much tighter than she is. That wolfless reject is just a boring log in bed. Once I find my true mate, I’ll kick her out."

On our second engagement anniversary, I came home early with a gift, only to hear my fiancé saying those exact words to my own cousin—while writhing naked on my bed.

I worked myself to the bone, ate instant noodles for a month to buy him armor, and to him, I was nothing but a free maid and a disposable ATM!

With my heart turned to ash, I smashed the bedroom, walked out into the night, and knocked on the door of the most ruthless tyrant in the city: my boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Driven by a desperate need to obliterate my pathetic past, I surrendered to the apex predator. Fueled by whiskey, I even wrote him a note, authorizing him to possess me however he wanted.

I thought it was just a reckless, one-night mistake.

Until the next morning, when pure terror struck me—the cold-blooded tyrant hadn't pulled out!

As a wolfless Omega at the bottom of the hierarchy, carrying an Alpha's child without a mark was an absolute death sentence. Terrified, I tried to draw the line, even offering my resignation to escape him.

But instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha caged me against the wall, his stormy eyes burning with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the exact note I had signed in my drunken haze and growled,

"Did that statement have an expiration date, little wolf? You gave me this power... and don't you dare pretend you can take it back now."

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Today, my boss unexpectedly gave me half a day off. I tightly gripped an expensive bottle of wine in my hand—one I had saved up my overtime pay for a long time to buy, Dan's favorite vintage. I joyfully imagined the look of surprise on his face when I walked into our townhouse today, on our second engagement anniversary.

I unlocked the front door and stepped into the foyer. "Dan?" I called out softly, slipping off my heels.

Dead silence. But as I took a deep breath, a violent spasm twisted my stomach. The wine bottle nearly slipped from my fingers.

Even as a "wolfless" Omega, my senses were sharp enough to instantly detect the stench polluting my home. The scent was thick, musky, and nauseating—the heavy, unmistakable smell of raw lust.

It was Dan's scent, tightly tangled with a cloyingly sweet vanilla fragrance.