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Sold To The Scarred Alpha King

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 664    |    Released on: 16/10/2026

da Coo

estate and headed back toward the city, my

renaline of the last few days

my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Could we stop by that

nodding immediately. "Of course, Luna

rantically. "Just a plain cheesecake

o the curb outside a ch

rked in the blind spot across the street. Its tinted rear window was rolled down

of the door bell was instantly dro

macaron in the displ

ag on the glass counter, completely ignoring her hyperactive, chubby s

ly for the flustered clerk to hand me

tting shriek, shoved past the glass d

ing hard into the side of the idling

alf-open rear window, and caught sight of the

ambling backward and falling onto his re

, dropping her purse, and stormed

d followed, a terrible f

pounding her fists against the tinted glass. "You disgusting freak! Rolling around

, Justen sat c

hands clamped tightly over his knees. His knuckles

during the screeching insults of a foolish woman, desperately holding back a murderous frenzy j

d, thrusting her hand through the half-open window

our knees, you vile creature! Pe

walk, murmuring and pointing at the grote

s horrifying..."

as he endured their insults, a bl

oved through the whispering crowd, and grab

ssed, I yanked her backward with all my might, s

ng directly between her and the car window, throwing

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“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.”