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The Wolfless Widow: Defying The Enforcer Alpha

Chapter 6

Word Count: 745 | Released on: 30/09/2026

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r, close enough that his coat brushed my shoulder. "

ed my mouth, then forced my legs to move. Thre

negotiations. Radiant. Confident. Born for the role of a High Alpha's

ique for Pack nobility. Crystal chandeliers. Velvet

rehead almost hit his hands. "Lord Mills! Lad

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imson silk gown embroidered with crushed diamo

lvet sofa, legs crossed. He

think, Everleigh? Oh-forgive me. I forgot. You've been in mourning bl

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a rack of gowns. His gaze on my neck felt lik

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stepped sideways. "I was a

the gown. Then at me. Something cold moved beh

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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.”