Sold To The Scarred Alpha King

Chapter 4

Word Count: 770 | Released on: 16/10/2026

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s, my heart hammering a cha

, he released my hand, stood up, and tossed his napkin

the estate was s

ce of the main house, I scrambled out the door, desperate fo

as he took the stairs two at a time. "Second floor. Private lo

dragged myself up the g

ge embers, casting long, dancing shadows across the leather fur

grotesque, melted flesh on the left side of his face,

ng out a large, calloused hand, perha

ed at me to flee. The sheer biological terror of being touched

ackward, my worn boot catching

backward on my hands and

whimpered, involuntarily slapping hi

k his, the air in the loung

dark, lethal shadow crossing his gray eye. I didn't know it then, but for an Alpha, h

wn at me with pure, glacial contempt. He impatient

e," he stated, his voic

ted to lie, to say I wasn't, but my shivering body betrayed me.

t a short, hu

ur mate, there is no point in this farce,"

d silently from t

ng contract is void. Tell the Cooley Pack their debt is cleared.

Cleared? He was letting me g

gently but firmly pulled me to my feet and esco

the frost-covered stone steps. I was free. I began to walk

down, my s

eporters flashed in my mind. He was a monster, yes, but he was a monster who kept h

reezing fists.

knee-deep snow. Every step back toward the

eps came back into view, my visi

t horrific face again screamed in my mind, but I bit my lip and forced myself forward. I reach

ispered, my voice swallo

hit the frozen stone of the porch,

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Jin Yi Werewolf

“I was born a wolfless runt, the shameful bastard of the Cooley Pack, and treated like a stray dog my entire life. When the time came for a blood pact marriage, my family eagerly threw me away, forcing me to take my half-sister's place. They sold me to Justen Romero, the notorious third son of the ruling dynasty. Everyone knew the rumors. He was a violent, unhinged recluse whose face had been melted into a grotesque nightmare by a catastrophic silver explosion. My stepmother and sister celebrated my departure, fully expecting the crippled monster to torture and kill me in his lair. When I returned to the compound days later to retrieve my dead mother's belongings, they were waiting for me. They stood in the grand foyer, wearing expensive designer dresses bought with my marriage money. "Look what crawled back from the crypt. Did the ruined dog kick you out of his bed already?" My half-sister sneered, raising her hand to slap me, bragging about how she would secure the real Romero heir and leave me to rot in the Rogue lands. For nineteen years, I had slept in a damp basement, enduring their endless abuse. I couldn't understand how my own blood could be so vicious, gleefully paving their path to high society with my dead body. But what they didn't know was that the terrifying monster they sent me to die with wasn't a monster at all. As the heavy oak doors of the mansion suddenly exploded off their hinges, revealing my furious, fiercely protective Alpha husband and his armed enforcers, I stopped cowering. This time, I was going to watch them lose everything.”