The Wolfless Widow: Defying The Enforcer Alpha

Chapter 5

Word Count: 882 | Released on: 30/09/2026

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nose wrinkled, and told me

s. If Corey hadn't been holding me up, I'd have gone face-first

nd bloody hem. "Remember this. The

Leaning on Corey, I dragg

e hollow leg of the cot-seven hundred dollars. My last savings. Not enough for Ebe

cording pen deep in the mat

the southern district. Every step stabbed through my knees. Corey stayed wit

s, transient merchants, working families. The kind

a brick alley and paid five hundred fo

e from the Pack." I pressed the last two hundred int

eyes. "Ever, be careful. If they

a smile I didn't feel

noon. I hadn't eaten or slept in over thirty hours. My body was run

miro's solid silver pocket watch. The only valuable thing he'd left me. Silver was pois

ow breath. I stumbled to the brick wall of a high-end French

scent. Frozen ceda

s flew

fé window, I s

re coat over a dark crewneck. The casual clothes didn't sof

blonde noblewoman in an ivor

cil. For months, rumors had been flying that the Council was pushing a political un

manicured hands. Damon just swi

near them. I pulled my wool h

electric bike lost control on

ard. My bag flew open, spilling everything-including Casimiro's silver

ck turned every

nees. When I grabbed for the watch and looked up, my eye

ee. His gaze was fixed on me.

blue eyes widening. "Oh hea

open the brass-trimmed door and stepped o

dripping with sweet, patronizing concern, extending a lac

up. My knees almost gave out. I locked them. No weak

out, hands in his pockets. His eyes d

ng through gutters for scraps?" Hi

t and met his eyes. "That's no

, oblivious to the tension. "I'm heading to the couture boutique down the street to

s," I said quickly, stepping back. My

blade. A faint, cruel smirk touched his lips. "Let her

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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.”