Escaping The Billionaire Alpha's Cruel Contract

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e walls were lined with soundproof panels, shutting out the world, leaving only the oppres

oked cedarwood and cold steel. It was a scent that should ha

ly. He didn't look at me, didn't acknowledge the sheer silk robe I w

bling slightly. "It's Tuesday.

d into after he publicly rejected me as his Fated Mate four ye

tailored suit. He raised a hand, a gesture of absolu

he agr

us rumble. "I am initiating an Alpha energy preservation protocol. Mating with a wol

t. "Last month, you missed our schedule

ade my skin crawl. "Your needy emotional weaknesses are a di

ithin minutes, his breathing leveled out. He was asleep. I was left standing in the dark

. The clock

n I saw it. A faint blue pulse coming from the floor near his discar

her's medical funding in a heartbeat. But the agonizing emptiness of my reject

en, a sick, masochistic thought crossed my mind. I typed in four digits: *0815*. August 15th. The

een unl

the photo gallery, my eyes draw

re world shattered into

his arm wrapped around Karly Rowe, the socialite he paraded as his "Chosen Mate." But it

t. The timestamp matched the weekend he claimed to be "meditating." Another phot

ying Dire Wolf form-the beast that only ever snarled at me in my nightmares. But here, the gi

e girl's voice echoed from

s saving it for his real family. I wasn't a rejected mate

w evaporated, replaced by a cold, har

Click.* I photographed every date, every location, every sm

t exactly where I found it. I looked at Declan's sleeping form, listening to his steady breathing. I was a wolfle