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She Was Unwanted, Now She's Queen

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 731    |    Released on: Today at 17:28

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numbers that kept the Silver Creek pack afloat. The cl

lly inject massive amounts of capital into the pack's public accounts every single month.

d financial tie. I leaned back in the lea

e study door and stepped out into the hallway.

ly the small brass wall sconces cast dim, ye

, plush carpet. As a wolf, moving silently was

end. Halfway down, my ears twitched. I caught a s

gasp, immediately followed b

froze over t

d crept down the remaining stairs. I moved toward the kitchen. T

nation came from a single, warm spotlight directly

om the gap. I looked thr

marble counter. She was wearing a short, bla

ctly between her parted k

les. His thumbs were pressing into her skin, moving in slow

timate act reserved exclusively for mated pairs to soothe each other. When I had sprained my ankle a year ago

sea slammed into my stomach. Aci

nails cut into my palms. I fought the overwhelming urge

cused my energy inward. I located the mental channel i

life, a low vibra

he thought through the link. My men

ody jerk. His hands froze on her ankles. His head snapp

fake pout returning. "Santino?

. Instead, his voice exploded insi

like a ghost?* he snarled mentally. *Your jealo

h the gap. My e

e, his body was doing something else ent

her ankles, tracing the curve of her calves, his fi

et, sweet moan, archi

le watching his hands violate our marriage vows in real t

th the hands that

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“For three years, I swallowed a bitter pill daily, suppressing my royal white wolf bloodline for a normal life as the Alpha's Luna. That morning, my husband Santino coldly announced a crucial announcement, then entered our grand hall with another woman, declaring, "Alessia, she will be living here from now on." She was pregnant, he announced, carrying our late Beta's child-yet her neck was unmarked. My scoff met his furious Alpha dominance, threatening my title, forcing my bow as he settled her into the suite next to ours. Her sickening scent soon permeated my private study. Later, I found him intimately grooming her in the kitchen-a sacred act for mates-while he snarled mental insults, branding my jealousy pathetic. Watching his hands violate our vows, a slow, cruel smirk pulled at my lips. My three-year marriage was officially over. I had already paused my royal trust fund's capital, then severed our mind link with a chilling declaration: "Don't touch me with the hands that just touched her."”