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Beyond His Lies, Her Alpha's Love

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 864    |    Released on: Today at 17:54

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d in my skull.

ing with the freezing rain. The physical pain grounded me. It was a familiar anchor. Whenever my mother had locked me in the c

blocks. He ran across the rug and threw his

looked up and snapped his fingers. A nanny in a gray un

airs to bed,"

laining child into her arms and dis

ng only Ivan and Kiera. The air between t

rrowing as she looked at Ivan over the rim. "You're spending an awful lot of time plan

grabbed the crystal glass out of her hand, and slammed it down on

sofa, pinning her beneath his weight. "I have never touched

" Kiera challenged,

ed. "They want a pureblood healer as Luna. Aliana is n

n his shirt. "And the merger cere

holds the patent for the cell regeneration serum. It's worth billions. The moment she s

what if her parents find out? Richard and Eleanor are ruthle

hed. The sound bounced off the hi

handed her to me. Richard and Eleanor are getting a thirty percent

them. "How do you think I paid for this house? Her parents bought this vi

but I didn't feel the electricity. Th

nts. My

ays ago, her cold hands surprisingly gentle. *'You are

ved. I swallowed down th

t. She simply laid down in the dark and went completely,

e in my trench coa

grinding against my hip bone. In the dead quiet

d directly onto the gap in the curtains. He pushed

ouch, my knees splashing into the freezing mud. I scrambled ba

b onto the volume button, killing the vibration. My

ting for the front do

e could reach it, Kiera grabbed his tie. She yanked him backward, pulling his mouth down to her

all of the house, my lungs burnin

screen of my phone. The har

rom Ivan. Sent

reen open and r

aling with rogue wolves. Do

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Beyond His Lies, Her Alpha's Love
Beyond His Lies, Her Alpha's Love
“Aliana braved a heavy storm, carrying a warm stew for her fiancé, Ivan, just as she always put his needs before her own. This ingrained habit, a survival mechanism from a cold childhood, was about to shatter into a million pieces. Tonight, everything she believed was a lie. The iron gates of Ivan's private villa flashed red, denying her entry, and a guard mumbled lies. Ignoring him, she pushed past, a strange orchid perfume leading her to Ivan's car, where a tube of crimson lipstick lay on the passenger seat. Through a window, she saw him with another woman and a small child, an image that felt like jagged glass twisting in her heart. Then his words cut through the storm, cold and cruel: "Aliana is just a placeholder." He was marrying her for her multi-billion-dollar patent, a secret deal made with her own parents, who had sold her for a kickback to buy this very house. Her family, her love, her future-all were a calculated lie. Her inner wolf, usually fierce, fell terrifyingly silent, replaced by a chilling resolve. The burning acid in her throat wasn't just bile; it was the taste of her shattered devotion. She didn't want his apologies or his guilt. She wanted his ruin, and as Ivan walked in with a fake smile the next morning, Aliana was ready to deliver it.”