One Night With The Rival Alpha

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 815 | Released on: 06/01/2026

Debra s

, sluggish line of blood began to trickle from her hai

blood was too bright, too real against

't look at Vicky with concern, only annoyance. "Ge

rimal growl vibrating in her chest. Her eyes flashed a

ed by the guard. He stood close, too close. He smelled of

they brushed against Debra's collarbone. She flinche

uch me,"

oked a finger under the

unclasp it

a brand, before the links snapped. The sudden release m

k and forth. The ruby spun, casting red reflections on h

a's voice was raw, t

he held out her hand. "Caref

leamed with avarice. "The clasp is broken. And look at this chain. It's twisted. But the s

g the guard's grip with a burst of hysteri

d, trying to shove Debra awa

fingernails raked Debra's arm, and

flew from

, her face a mask of horror-not for the heirloom

ble hearth with a sicken

ient gold setting crumpled, and the large ruby, hit at its

large, jagged fragments

solute, rin

of her financial salvation. "You stupid girl! You clumsy, worthless li

t was the last time she held her hand. That was the pro

shaking with rage. "Pick it up! All of it

by grief rather than greed, she

yours!" De

it. She saw her own blood mix with the red dust of the stone, blending together. She grabbed the l

y shrieked. "Get

ner broke through De

it was cold. Absolute zero. She looked at Marley, memorizing e

g at the dust. "Let her have the trash. We

new plan formed. "Yes. Theft. Grand L

her reflection in the mirror one last time. "Clean

second. He looked at the shattered ruby on the floo

ulled out his phone, typing a quick

r click

s, bleeding, surrounded by

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One Night With The Rival Alpha

Dorine Koestler Werewolf

“My mother had been dead for four years, and my father, the Alpha of our pack, was now a hollow shell controlled by his new wife, Marley. I was a ghost in my own home, watching from the shadows as they celebrated a wedding that felt more like my execution. During the reception, Marley cornered me and demanded my mother's last heirloom-a blood-red ruby-to pay off her family's secret gambling debts. When I refused, her guards pinned me down, and in the struggle, the ancient stone hit the marble floor and shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. Framed for grand larceny by my own stepmother, I fled to a dive bar and sought refuge with Caleb Sterling, a rival Alpha who radiated power and danger. We spent a night of soul-shattering passion that I was certain was our mate bond, but the next morning, he tossed an envelope of cash at me and called me a high-end escort. When the police arrived to arrest me, he simply stepped aside and watched them drag me away in handcuffs, cold and indifferent to my screams. "Do what you have to do," he had told the officers, his eyes devoid of any warmth. I was a fugitive, stripped of my title, and discovered I was carrying Caleb's child-a baby cursed by his bloodline to never survive the womb. I couldn't understand why my father had abandoned me to a monster, or why the man I was destined for had sold me out just to save his own reputation. After a brutal ambush that left my only friend in a burning wreck, I stood at the border of the forbidden North. I clutched the jagged shards of my mother's ruby and looked the Northern Warlord in the eye, ready to trigger a war that would burn my father's legacy to the ground.”