The Feral Alpha's Secret Wolfless Mate

Chapter 4

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y neck. If the water washed away my disguise, the beast waiting in the

a dangerous, predatory gold. I hunched my shoulders, shrinking into the oversized laborer's tunic, making mysel

f recoiled in pure disgust at the sight and smell of me. He snatch

f my sight," he snarled, his voi

ulling the heavy oak doors shut behind me. I leaned against the cool wa

ke a rat scurryi

ghtgown that left nothing to the imagination. The suffocating cloud of

night, Wolfless," she whispered, her eyes alight with arrogant malice. "Listen to ho

e hot spring. I rubbed my jaw, a cold sneer touching my lip

rrifying wave of Alpha Aura bled through the thick woo

shing terror. The scalding steam had washed away her cheap perfume, exposing

or, listening to her agonizing, forced moans of fake pleasure as he used his crushing aura to br

doors opened, and a bruised, hollow-eyed Jessenia stumbled

cked like a whip from th

reeking of dark rum, cedar, and pure Alpha rage. Jaren stood by the win

it," he

he bottom button. The damp corridor air and my own sweat had eaten awa

aled s

ed in his chest-a possessive *Mine!* Before I could pull back, his massive hand c

oice a lethal, silken threat. His gaze sliced t

d, the pain in my wrist bringing tears

collarbone where his teeth had pierced me twenty-four hours ago, inhaling th

that

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The Feral Alpha's Secret Wolfless Mate

Dolores Werewolf

“In my past life, I used a black-market aphrodisiac mixed with my white peach and jasmine scent to seduce the volatile Second Alpha Son. But the drug pushed his pureblood Inner Wolf into a violent frenzy, turning me into his broken, captive Breeder. I thought my devotion would eventually earn his love, but I was completely wrong. The other maids mocked my Wolfless status, and when the East Wing's deadly politics targeted me, Jaren watched with cold, golden eyes. "A Wolfless freak could never be a real Omega," they sneered, leaving me to die an agonizing death on a cold stone floor. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my desperate love only bought me a terrifying execution. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the very night I made the fatal mistake, pinned under his scorching weight. This time, I bit his shoulder, slipped out of his bed, and scrubbed my skin raw with harsh lye soap and mud to hide my scent. When the Pack House Manager lined us up the next morning hunting for the girl who triggered the Alpha's feral Heat, another maid eagerly stepped forward. "It was me, sir. I served Lord Jaren last night." Watching her being dragged away to become his new Breeder, I calmly lowered my head and gripped my broom. Let her take the deadly target on her back. This time, I just want to buy my freedom and get as far away from him as possible.”