Escaping The Arrogant Alpha: The Pregnant White Wolf's Revenge

Chapter 6

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ainst his chest, the final threa

stopped aching, turning into

, my voice eerily calm. "On

rritated by my defiance. "Anastas

is neck, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders. "It's my fault

ke a badge of honor, and Andrew di

cker of remorse for the five-year lie. There was nothing-only cold

" I asked quietly. "From the ver

nger, but he remained silent, loo

the loudest conf

d the woman who had raised him, his young face twisted

, his Alpha tone firm.

talking

mall hand. As his skin slipped from my grasp, the five years o

t my empty palm with

a step back to widen the distance b

mirk, and then met Andrew's steely gaze

," I said clearly. "Keep your

the door. No one in the Blackstone territory had eve

, an aura of raw violence radiatin

ressure without flinching, "I want the contract t

nse, I turned on my heel and

he industrial outskirts of the territory, pulling up to an unmar

my iris, and the heavy titanium

e moment I walked in. "Ana! Yo

ng my coat onto a leather sofa. "Did the hig

Chloe said, hesitating. "But... something e

le silver-threaded g

e Pack legal crest. "Andrew's attorneys just filed an emergency petition. Leo's leg

ld legal jargon declaring me unfi

t aside without a second glance.

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Escaping The Arrogant Alpha: The Pregnant White Wolf's Revenge

Clara Winter Werewolf

“For five years, I endured the mockery of the entire pack as the Alpha's "wolfless" contract mate, dedicating my life to raising his fallen comrade's orphaned son. But when his pop-star true mate returned, I discovered the sick, twisted truth. The boy I had stayed up nights nursing through fevers wasn't an orphan at all. He was the biological son of my husband and his mistress. My husband had hidden her pregnancy to protect her career, using me as a free, disposable shield and nanny. When the truth came out, the elders sneered, calling me a defective stray. Even the five-year-old boy I had loved as my own pushed me away to run into his father's arms. "Grandma said you're not my real mommy. She said Auntie Ginger is my real mommy, and you're just a mean wolfless." My husband then ordered me to pack my bags so his mistress could take my place, yet he arrogantly refused to sign the annulment papers, wanting to keep me trapped in his territory. Five years of endless devotion, wiped out by a handful of lies and a cheap plastic toy. They really thought I was just a powerless, sterile maid they could trample and discard at will. I touched my stomach, feeling the genetic signature of pure-blood twins, and pulled out my supreme diplomatic clearance pass. This time, I wouldn't just leave. I was going to tear his empire to the ground.”