My Fake Rogue Mate Is The Alpha King

Chapter 9

Word Count: 650 | Released on: 29/08/2026

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nd gave a calm nod. "Yes, sir. It would be my

closed his eyes to rest. It seeme

s, I think Grandpa wants to kee

it was a relief. Having Grandpa there felt

his hand to m

ked. "

'" he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "I

ing nothing. Of course he didn't have a car. I reluctant

he instructed. "And get some sleep. You loo

walked away, leaving Zane

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m and felt a pang of guilt.

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said, stepping as

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st room. "This is you. It's

h," he said

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t looked more like an armored truck was pulling aw

screamed money and influence. It had been parked

niless Rogue doesn't get dropp

in our rundown building would know some

a lightning bolt: Th

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. He had walked into the building empty-handed except for t

n his story woke

to demand an explanation. But I stopped when I

on th

I've already decided...

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My Fake Rogue Mate Is The Alpha King

Waldo Friesinger Werewolf

“I stood outside the Pack Registration Hall, waiting to bind my future with Mark, the man I had loved for five years. But instead of taking my hand, he stopped a foot away and publicly rejected me in front of the crowd. "I can't take on your family's endless medical bills. I need a real she-wolf for a mate, not some wolfless mutt." The onlookers snickered, their whispers feeling like physical blows. My heart shattered into pieces. My grandfather was in the hospital, relying on me to settle down so he could face his risky surgery with peace of mind. Now, I was left with nothing but humiliation and a mountain of debt I could never pay off. I stared at the man I had devoted my entire youth to, his face now completely foreign. Why was my lack of a wolf a sin? Why did my family's suffering make me a burden to be thrown away like trash? Just as I was about to break, I saw a tall, intimidating stranger across the plaza, swarmed by reporters after his own high-society fiancée publicly dumped him. Driven by sheer desperation for my grandfather's life, I wiped my tears, walked straight up to this terrifying man, and blocked his path. "You need a mate to save face, and I need a million dollars for medical bills. Marry me." I expected him to laugh and push me aside. Instead, a calculating smile touched his lips, and he handed me a black card.”