The Alpha King's Secret White Wolf Mate

Chapter 6

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olate highway, cutting through my

my scraped palms. There was no time to cry. Every second

ng frantically toward the city limits, my breath t

, I reached a crossroad near the wealthy district. It was the only route to the

Four burly Gamma bodyguards were frantically surrounding an elderly wo

ilver hair and pale, agonizing expression, a sharp pang of empathy pierced my heart.

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ifying shade of purple, and

ling as he pulled a standard medical auto-injector from his tactic

ited from my dormant White Wolf bloodline-detected

r to shock the heart. But judging by the dark purple veins bulging on t

ed, my voice tearing through the morning air a

he needle grazed her skin, sending th

s flashing with lethal intent as he grabbed my collar and shove

vely around my stomach to shield my pup, while

r with more silver, her heart will explode!" I yelled, pulling out a porcela

to my knees, pinched Lady Hortensia's jaw open,

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y being turned off. Cold metal presse

rains out right now," the guard snarle

old woman's face, praying to the Moon Go

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The Alpha King's Secret White Wolf Mate

Ethelin Callow Werewolf

“For five years, I played the weak, devoted wife to Hazen Holden, secretly developing the medical formulas that built his billionaire Alpha empire. But on the day I got my positive pregnancy test, I caught him in bed with my ambitious colleague. Worse, I heard him confess that our sacred mate bond was a fake. He had orchestrated our entire marriage just to keep me obediently supplying him with patents, while secretly feeding me toxic wolfsbane disguised as vitamins to keep me weak. When I finally stopped playing the submissive Luna and refused to serve his mistress, Hazen maliciously froze all my hard-earned bank accounts. He left me penniless exactly when my grandmother needed life-saving brain surgery, yet he spent hundreds of thousands buying a luxury sports car for his mistress's brother that very same night. "She's completely useless to the Pack if she won't even obey," his mistress sneered, waiting for me to crawl back on my knees. Did Hazen really think I was just a fragile, wolfless defect who would roll over and die? He had no idea my weak constitution was just the price of suppressing an ancient White Wolf bloodline. Little did he know, I had already planted a fatal flaw in the core serum project his mistress stole from me. Securing the protection of the supreme Alpha King Jonah Webster, I logged into the dark web to short the Holden Pack's stock to zero. Since she wanted my crown, I would let her wear it straight to hell.”