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One Night With The Rival Alpha

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 909 | Released on: 06/01/2026

sed. She groaned, trying to pu

t leavi

d, grabbed Debra's wrist. Her grip was surpri

ket. Her fingers closed around cold metal. A c

g. "Behind the old greenhouse. Under

ey. "Protocol? What a

d. "She knew one day... the Vances would turn

you bleeding

ou stay, they win. They'll lock you in your room, or

en at the door. Then at the

but the Debra who was her mother's daughter wou

d. She leaned down and kissed Vicky'

ky breathed, c

maining larger shards of the ruby, wrapping them in a monogrammed ha

heels. Barefoot, she spr

he ballroom drifted up, a cheerful melo

g down into the darkness of the basement, landing in a pile of

memory. She used to play hide-and-seek

air hit her like a slap. Heavy clouds obscured the moon, and

er bare feet. She reached the old greenhouse, a rotting structure

usted, blue Ford F-150. It looked like a beast compa

mmed the key into the lock. It

melled of dust and her mother'

ed the i

Chug.

Debra plead

t, coughing blac

driveway. She drove straight over the flowerbe

ne of the old ones, a man named Henderson

houted, squinting

She couldn't. She

the gate. Wood splintered. Hen

was

oad. She watched the rearview mirror. The lights of the

ted in her chest and ripped its way out, a guttural sound of pure grief.

twenty minutes, the te

cash. No credit. No friends w

ickering in pink and blue

Neon

ace for bikers, rogues, and people who didn't want t

" Debra w

. It was filled with Harleys and muscle

as a rat's nest. Her dress was torn at

lack makeup further. She looked crazy. Or... she looked like

ress. She messed up her hair intentionally, making it

tion. "Tonight, you aren't the Alpha's

River-Run lowered his phone. He had wat

led a

ading toward town. No guards. She's a

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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.”