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Sold for a Fake: The Alpha's Lost True Mate

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 857    |    Released on: 22/12/2025

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eptic was the firs

blinding white of the pack hospital ceiling. I tried to tur

, looking at me with pity. "The Wolfsbane was concentrated. Because

re the weakest. We heal slower, we run slower, and we are expected to serve. But I was worse

She was just... locked away. Buried

oor o

led, and he smelled of stale coffee and... her. That

hed the be

city shot up my arm. It was the Mate Bond. No matter how much he hurt me, my biology

ck as if he had been

ked, my voice rasp

oiding my eyes. "The noise... it tr

she poured Wolfsbane on

The waiter put the Wolfsbane in the soup as a garnish,

ry, humorless laugh. "Or did she draw

he saved my life. She can't have children be

ars pricking my eyes. "You forced me to lie in my

ing his face. "I did what was necessary to

ose her

, once Ilene is stable... once she feels secure... we will do the Marking Ce

ng his mate, sealing their bond and sharing hi

ing," I sa

ked at it, and his expre

I'm scared. The shad

Link he still hadn't blocked. It was wh

d, already backing away.

I pleaded, though I knew it

rora. You have... you're

d and wa

phone vibrated. A video mes

cked

She was wearing Ethan's shirt. She pulled the collar down to reveal a red mark

lice. "Face it, sweetie. You're just the placeholder. He might be bound to you b

ideo

at the bl

t I had been holding together with hope an

e empty room. "I don't want this

that connected me to Ethan. It was a golden cord,

of effort, I clamped

a wall. I shoved a brick wall between our minds. The golden light dimmed. The back

le

rs, my head was quiet. And in

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“On our fifth anniversary, my husband, Alpha Ethan, didn't give me a gift. Instead, he watched as his "invalid" mistress, Ilene, poured a tureen of boiling soup laced with Wolfsbane directly onto my chest. As the poison ate through my skin and I screamed in agony, Ilene clutched her heart and faked a panic attack, claiming my noise was hurting her. Ethan didn't call a doctor for me. His eyes glowed amber with power, and he turned his Alpha Command on his dying mate. "Stay down!" He forced me to lie paralyzed in my own melting flesh, unable to move or whimper, just so my screams wouldn't disturb the woman who had poisoned me. He scooped her up and walked away, leaving me on the restaurant floor. That night, the bond in my chest finally snapped. I didn't argue. I didn't fight. I simply burned every photo of us, masked my scent, and vanished into the night. It took Ethan two years to discover the truth. Ilene wasn't a fragile victim. She had been taking suppressants for years, hiding a healthy wolf while draining his bank accounts and laughing at his guilt. He slaughtered her in a rage and spent his fortune searching the globe for me, desperate to beg for forgiveness. But he was too late. He finally found me on the cover of an international art magazine. I wasn't the weak, wolf-less Omega anymore. I stood tall, glowing with the power of the legendary White Wolf. And the man standing next to me, with his hand possessively claiming my waist, wasn't him. It was the Lycan King.”
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