Unwanted By The Alpha Heir, Marked By The Northern King

Author: Evvie Foreman

Chapter 1

Word Count: 846 | Released on: 29/06/2026

ive donation with a noble title, and I need you t

omantic atmosphere of his priv

s. I had been certain this was th

the warmth drain

bribes. My mother had donated that massive fortune purely to help him build a benevolent reputation before the King. Otherwise, why would we settle for a mere hereditary title as a reward? Moreover, he knew exactly that I desperately needed that title to wash away my low

voice trembling, my inner wolf pacing furiously against her cag

mily. Whoever gets the hereditary noble title, it brings glory to the Rowe Pack all the same. Carson is such a sweet, innocent girl. She even said she did not want to cause a rift between sisters ove

hteousness, and Carson, that shameless bitch, playing the generous martyr after snatching what was rightfully

a greedy, calculating stranger. He was too weak to claim his throne on his own merit, needing my mother's money and my uncle

go. I forced my inner wolf into submission, swallowed the bile in my throat, and forced a perfect, icy smile onto m

tly, my voice betraying none of t

and walked away, my spine rigid, my head held

p relief and satisfaction, accompanied by th

oice returning to its smug, arrogant command. "Go

lois angry?" Timoth

to assert his dominance. "Angry? Elois has loved me for years. She has given so much for me. How c

used to let a single tear fall. The pain in my chest was a living thing, a coiled serpent of fury

sly as I approached my waiting carriage. "A

nt a fortune feeding a pack of ungrateful wolves, and now they want to suck my blood dry to nourish someone else?

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Unwanted By The Alpha Heir, Marked By The Northern King

Evvie Foreman Werewolf

“I had been courting the Alpha heir for two years, waiting for the day he would finally propose and make me his Luna. But instead of a ring, he calmly informed me that he was using my family's massive financial donation to buy a noble title for my cousin, Carson. "Carson needs this title to be a suitable match for my future mate," he said, expecting me to gratefully accept being relegated to the shadows as a secondary mate. When I returned home, my own father and grandmother didn't defend me. They praised Carson and demanded I accept the humiliation, claiming my mother's vast merchant wealth belonged entirely to their Pack. When my mother and I refused to yield, my father threatened to sever their mate bond and exile my brother and me as hunted, Packless Rogues. For eighteen years, my family's consortium had funded their lavish lifestyle, yet they treated us like nothing more than a vault to be plundered. The man I loved and the family I trusted were willing to destroy my life and my mother's dignity just to feed their own greed and arrogant pride. I didn't shed a single tear. I immediately initiated the liquidation protocol, recalling every asset we had ever loaned them and stripping their grand manor bare to the walls. Then, I packed a priceless mythril sword and sent a letter to the one man who could help me crush them all: the ruthless Wolf of the North.”