Claimed By The Coldhearted Billionaire Alpha

Chapter 7

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nd suffocating. I stood trembling, the st

mixture of pity and pride. "Essie," she beg

al room anymore. It had been thrown back in time, to a sun-dre

ded with guests-the powerful Alpha families from every allied pack. It was styled like a royal we

t doll. I could feel their eyes on me-hundreds of them. Their gazes were a mixture of en

le-a silent declaration to the world that I belonged to him. The Elder droned on about the will of the Moon

und me in a secluded corner of the gardens. She fussed

low. She gripped my arm, her fingers digging into my skin

ss. They are all whispering about it. Especially

er, my heart

iberately, "the only way to solidify your place here is to g

entire worth, my future, my survival, had been reduced to the

eyes filling with desperate tears

the sterile, quiet hospital room. M

. I knew she was only trying to teach me how to survi

rned, the idea of bearing Damien's

ce was born of fear

smic joke. To carry a child for the man who had both saved and destr

ng storm. I couldn't hate him wit

a mountain pressing down on my

just Damien. I had to escape him, yes. But I a

s calm and deliberate.

but my eyes held a

he called a home. But this time, I

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Claimed By The Coldhearted Billionaire Alpha

Clementine Werewolf

“I am a wolfless Omega, considered a worthless flaw in our world. To save my family from ruin, I was forced to mate with Damien Blackwood, the most powerful and ruthless Alpha. I thought I was just a hostage traded for my brother's gambling debts. But my mother tearfully revealed the horrifying truth: my brother had committed treason by stealing pack secrets, and Damien had intervened to save our entire family from execution. The price for our lives was me. My parents handed me over to this terrifying beast, bowing to him like frightened servants. To secure my place, my mother begged me to immediately give him a child. At the ancestral estate, the Blackwood matriarch publicly humiliated my impure bloodline. She trapped us in her sprawling mansion and sent a maid to our bedroom with a steaming "fertility tonic," demanding I drink it to breed a worthy heir. I was suffocating in this gilded cage. Why was my body the ultimate currency for my family's sins? Why did I have to endure the contempt of his entire pack just because I lacked an inner wolf? Trembling, I waited for my violent, possessive mate to force the bitter liquid down my throat. Instead, Damien snatched the silver tray, hurled the tonic out the window into the darkness, and turned to the terrified maid. "Tell her that if she ever brings something like this to my door again, it won't be the bowl I throw from this window." He looked at me with cold, protective fury, vowing he would never let anyone force me. For the first time, the ice around my heart cracked, and I realized my tyrant Alpha was hiding a much deeper, dangerous secret.”