Rejected at the Altar, Claimed by the Alpha King

Chapter 6

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trance of the Moore Pack's private sa

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t in a hard, displeased line. "You do no

lied, opening the car door. "I am hi

fore I could protest, his large hand rested firmly on the small of my back, gui

avy in the quiet corridor. We walked to the end

atly combed, and her frail hands rested over the remote control. On the wall-mounted screen,

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er eyes watered as she scanned my expression,

"Your father's greed has sold your life away. You should not

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our territory have been cleared. As long as Harper stands as my

eyes searching his face for deceit. Finding none

veil once more. "I need to collect a few personal belongi

mpany you,"

bypassing the main halls where my parents were frantically taking

the family's luxury. A single bed, a wooden desk, and sev

king the small space feel utterly cramped. His eyes scanned

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a leather trunk and packing several lea

pt. He ran his thumb over the gold-embossed spine. "These are written in the pr

unk, shutting the lid with a firm click. "I read to pass

om Kelsie, my closest ally and high priestess of the Hodge Clan: The dark web is buzz

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ld lift it an inch, carrying it effortlessly with one

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Rejected at the Altar, Claimed by the Alpha King

He Shuyao Werewolf

“I stood at the altar in my heavy bridal veil, waiting to marry the Alpha heir to save my family's heavily indebted pack. But the groom never showed up. Instead, his enforcer announced to the entire aristocracy that Desean Montgomery had fled the territory, canceling our wedding because I was a "wolfless freak." My mother looked at me like a defective piece of property, cursing me for bankrupting us. The groom's father stepped forward, proudly declaring to the press that his elite bloodline wouldn't be tainted by a cripple. The cathedral erupted in cruel laughter and flashing cameras. The guests mocked me, waiting to see the pathetic, abandoned bride cry. If I walked out of those doors alone, my pack would be torn apart by creditors before sundown. Beneath my veil, my blood flared with the ancient, dormant fire of the White Wolf. I kept my breathing steady. I couldn't let my beast wake here, nor would I let an arrogant coward dictate my fate. I was not the weak, wolfless recluse they all thought I was. I stepped down from the altar, parted the sea of gossiping socialites, and stopped directly in front of the most feared man in the room-the supreme Alpha King, Jasper Jones. "Mr. Jones, are you currently single and free of any mating bond?" "I am." "Then step up to the altar and marry me instead."”