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

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 810    |    Released on: Today at 16:10

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to my "emotional instability and lack of high-tier werewolf lineage," my custody rights

desk, and slid the paper copy Chloe had printed

e Blackstone seal into neat st

?" Chloe asked softly from across the workben

ted the magnifying visor over my eyes. "He chose his biolo

surveillance feed on the wall flickered to life, showing

to the pouring rain. He was holding Leo by the

dy stripped my custody

nstructed Chloe via

pensive wool coat damp from the rain. The air in the sterile

rom Andrew to run toward the workbench, but

nds on the workbench and leaning back against the

in frustration. "Ginger is suffering from severe spirit-shattering depres

I said coldly. "I restore anc

w continued, his tone demanding. "It's aggravating her condition. You n

want me... to convince the child I r

act," Andrew stated, completely unbothered by his audacity. "Stop l

uly repulsi

his hand snapping out to encircle my wrist, his grip tight

h my free hand, the pure spiritual energy with

rst into tears, wrapping both arms around Andr

up. He released my wrist with a sharp flick

adence an Alpha used to command obedience. "Leo, listen to me. Ginger gave birth

oking between me

ndrew continued, pulling a digital catalog from his pocket, "I will give you tha

oked at the glowing image of the limited-editi

asked in a smal

his word," Andrew said,

eed and guilt. Then he turned back to Andrew, n

ber of warmth in my c

ught with a piece of pl

rning my back on them and pickin

boy back toward the door. The heavy titanium gates slid shut

on the fractured jade relic ben

life where no one could

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Escaping The Arrogant Alpha: The Pregnant White Wolf's Revenge
Escaping The Arrogant Alpha: The Pregnant White Wolf's Revenge
“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.”