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Bankrupting The Alpha: The Rejected Mate's Ultimate Payback

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 830    |    Released on: 26/01/2026

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f what used to be my marit

hey sleep, where they are most vulnerable. To enter another wolf's Den without p

ing. It coated the back

here. It was on the curt

strongest

poster bed. I had chosen these sheets

blonde hair

ppressed for five years to make Jackson feel strong,

issed in my mind

eed to be

e corner of

ten human men. But right now, fueled by the rage of a

ripped the heavy matt

grabbed the pillows.

overlooked the front lawn. I kicked them op

It crashed onto the pristine lawn thre

llows. Then

the room. The clo

lothes were on the left.

onto my hangers, were cheap, flash

t skirts. Fa

isited; she had started the process o

othes. I didn't bother with

hrew them out. They fluttered dow

oddess's name

un a

er, Jordan. She had stayed behind from the Summit

ag of chips, her mo

g," I sa

om! You can't throw things out

as airport eating vending machine cracker

kson and me on our wedding day.

ked i

ou were unstable. Amber is going to be a much be

paid for?

on the rug, so I crushed it under my

e was low, vibrating with a growl

me around! My bro

he can't afford," I snapped. "And this hou

at's not true. It

said, advancing on her. "I bought it. I

fume from the dresser-Amb

nd dropped it. It smashe

d somethin

t the gentle, soothing

bloodline I had hidden. The

t was the Fire of Cleansing. It was an an

amed. "What

eating away the fabric and the scent of the intruder, leaving not

ho is done bein

he empty, ash

girl, "that if he wants his Den back, he can

hecking hers hard enough to send

plane

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Bankrupting The Alpha: The Rejected Mate's Ultimate Payback
Bankrupting The Alpha: The Rejected Mate's Ultimate Payback
“On the tarmac, the wind was cold, but my husband's rejection was freezing. "You aren't coming on the jet," Jackson said, adjusting the diamond cufflinks I had bought him. He pointed to the stairs where his mistress, Amber, stood wearing a silk dress I had commissioned for myself. "Amber is frail. She needs the comfort of the private cabin. I booked you a commercial flight. It leaves in three hours." He shoved an envelope into my hand. Economy. Middle seat. Two layovers. I stood there, the Luna of the pack, being told to fly cargo while a Rogue took my seat on the Gulfstream G650 'I' had paid for. My mother-in-law even chimed in, clutching the designer bag I bought her, claiming my "healer energy" was too stressful for their precious guest. Jackson blocked our telepathic bond, took his mistress's hand, and the door hissed shut in my face. He thought he was the Alpha. He thought he held the power because I had let him play the part for five years. But he forgot one tiny detail: his name wasn't on the trust fund. As the jet taxied away, I didn't cry. I pulled out my phone and dialed my personal banker. "Dr. Hogan?" "Cancel the flight plan," I said, my voice steady. "Revoke their clearance. Ground the jet at the first refueling stop. And cut the credit lines. All of them." "All of them, Ma'am? The pack accounts?" "Everything," I whispered, watching the plane lift off. "Let's see how the Alpha survives without my wallet."”
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