The Glorious Life Of Mr Smith

Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract

Lila

For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises. Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body. Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union." Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family." Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless. But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place. Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms. When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route. What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected. He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years. And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.

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In Room 505 of the boys' dormitory of Orlando University

“I’m so sorry, Larson. Can you please give me some more time? I'm working part-time in the few months so I'll have the money ready for you by then. I don't have any money right now."

Garry Smith lowered his head and apologized.

A week ago, while in the dormitory, Garry accidentally broke his roommate's expensive watch.

Garry was not a man who would shirk his responsibility. Larson told him that the water was the latest model of Tissot, which cost him nearly ten thousand dollars. He wanted Garry to pay for the damage within the week.

"Really? You want me to give you fucking more time? If you don't have the money on you, why don't you ask your family for it?"

The man who spoke harshly was Larson Foster. He had his hair parted in the middle and dressed in fashionable attire

"Are you an orphan or something, Garry? If both your parents are dead, I can think about giving you some more time."

"You went too far this time, Larson." Garry's face reddened out of anger.

His parents were just ordinary people. They did everything they could to pay for his tuition and living expenses. How could he turn to them for more money?

"Ha-ha, look at you. You're so poor, you can't afford it. I'll tell you what. If you can crawl under my crotch, I'll accept the loss and I won't ask you to pay me back."

With a smirk, Larson pointed his finger at his crotch and ridiculed Garry.

Faced with such humiliation, Garry clenched his hands into fists at his sides and ground his teeth, but because he was in the wrong this time, he did not bother to fight back and just chose to tolerate the taunting.

Such a concession made Larson even bolder.

With disdain in his voice, Larson said, "Let me make myself clear to you. I can afford a dozen watches, but I don't like having my things damaged by others, especially by the likes of you, a poor person!"

After finishing speaking, Larson reached out, grabbed a cute porcelain piggy bank from Garry’s desk, and intended to throw it to the floor.

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