The Wolfless Widow: Defying The Enforcer Alpha

Chapter 2

Word Count: 893 | Released on: 30/09/2026

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ng past, blood soaking through my stockings, and neither moved. One nudged the other wi

r. I'd heard worse for three years in th

like a wall. The hearth was empty-the s

ith my ankles when the door slam

. She didn't look at the blood on my feet. She t

was sharp and nasal. "So you don't get any fool

open. My hands wou

out, along with a scra

s wrists and chest. Where the metal touched skin, the flesh was blackened, blistered, weeping pus and blood. Werewolve

lood, five crooked words: Ever

paper, smear

a satisfied smile. "Without the Matriarch's word, he won't last un

her coat lapels. "You framed him! Eber didn't start

e back with pure-blooded st

gth. Tonight at ten, go to the main kitchen. Take the calming tonic on the stove to Lord Damon's room in the

d the door

y note to my chest, shaking too hard to cry.

les-I hissed at the sting. Clean black stockings. High-

nine forty-five, I was walking throug

l porcelain tureen warm. A silver-trimmed tray sat

ted t

ng tonic. But beneath it-something sweet.

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elm most wolves' biology-even an Alpha's. Inhaled as steam, it wa

een. I wanted to po

my mind. If I destroyed it, Estelle wo

d. Poured the soup into the bowl. Set

ital recording pen. I'd traded a spirit-ink painting for it back when I was still working as Lotus

The pen would sync a sealed copy to my dead-drop account the moment it touched the Ea

tray out, and stepped into the biting night air. A

rcement Council delegates stayed here. Second-floor wi

r stairs. My heart sl

shook so badly the spoon rattled against the porcela

a deep voice cut through the do

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The Wolfless Widow: Defying The Enforcer Alpha

Xiao Zhaoling Werewolf

“I am the wolfless widow of the Holland Pack, treated like a useless breeding vessel after my husband's death. My mother-in-law, the Pack Matriarch, handed me a bowl of soup laced with a forbidden Alpha aphrodisiac. She ordered me to climb into the bed of Damon Mills, the supreme Enforcer Alpha, to secure a high-tier heir. If I refused, she would have my innocent brother tortured to death in the silver mines. I had no choice but to deliver the soup, but Damon instantly smelled the drug. "Is this your personal specialty?" he sneered, looking at me with absolute disgust before having his guards throw me out. Furious at my failure, my mother-in-law stripped me of my coat and forced me to kneel in the freezing snow all night. The next day, Damon publicly humiliated me, shattering my late husband's silver watch and accusing me of being a desperate, scheming widow looking for my next victim. I had been stripped of my husband, my dignity, and my humanity. I was trampled by a cruel family and judged by an arrogant Alpha who thought he knew the truth. But they didn't know I had a hidden digital pen in my pocket. During the Pack's grand victory banquet, I slipped into the Matriarch's private lounge, locked the heavy mahogany doors, and pressed play on the recording of her treasonous plot. It was my turn to destroy them.”