Rejected By My Ex, Claimed By The Alpha King

Chapter 4

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the items was a daily sponge bath to maintain muscle activity. I was a doctor, not a p

my entire apartment, a monument to obscene wealth. With Sterling's help, we moved Braxton onto a sp

from the water filled the air,

I pulled on a pair of medical gloves

f atrophy. I had to admit, the Moon Goddess had been generous with him. I tried to maintain a profe

the heat and firmness of his skin. My cheeks grew w

tely impatient. "You know, Alpha King, you're a real pain. Do you

harder, venting so

g to gut your Pack. And that fiancée of yours? She's pro

fill the silence. He c

below his navel, I felt the muscl

t hand, lying limp at his side-the index finger

a beat. I snapped my hea

ll. As if the moveme

o be an involuntary muscle spasm. It's common in comatos

anged him into fresh pajamas, a

eded to see Rhys. I needed to get my last few

tried to stop me, saying Rhys was in a meeting. I bru

rom the adjacent lo

ous giggle, and R

saw a scene that would be burned into my memory forever. Rhys had Janine pressed a

a will find out?" Janine gasped.

madly in love with her. Once I use the Hicks family to get a foothold in the Ar

slicing me apart. It was all

lled out my phone, aimed the camera thro

their ugly faces an

ved the file, and turne

ild, tears burned my eyes, b

or this. I would

t the restaurant where we had our first date. I

ived, he wa

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Rejected By My Ex, Claimed By The Alpha King

Bella Youngman Werewolf

“My adoptive family was facing bankruptcy. To survive, they needed to marry a daughter to the comatose Alpha King of the Argent Pack. My sister cried that she refused to marry a living corpse. So, my boyfriend of three years joined my adoptive parents in pushing me onto the sacrificial altar. Using the gentle voice I once loved, he manipulated me into taking her place. I agreed, demanding the truth about the infant son they took from me five years ago, only for my adoptive father to coldly claim my baby was dead. The very next day, I went to my boyfriend's office, only to find him pressing my sister against a sofa, kissing her passionately. "Once I use the Hicks family to get a foothold in the Argent Pack, she'll be useless," he laughed. He mocked me as a low-born Omega who actually thought he loved her, bragging about how they planned to use me and throw me away. Every word was a razor blade. The family I tried to repay, the man I loved-they had conspired from the start to sell me like livestock. They thought I would just quietly rot in a gilded cage, weeping over my lost life. Instead, I recorded their filthy affair, secured my fifty million dollar dowry, and walked into the royal estate as the legal Luna. And when my supposedly brain-dead husband's body reacted to my touch, I knew my counterattack had just begun.”