The Crippled Alpha's Secret Stand-In Mate

Chapter 2

Word Count: 811 | Released on: 27/10/2026

glowing screen, my thumb hovering over the keypad

my original wolf core was violently cut out of my chest years

yes, dropped onto the hard mattress,

narrow window, the estate was pitch black. I pulled off my sleep

nly by dim wall sconces. Relying on my photographic memory of the building's layout

packed with raw, bloody steaks and high-calorie energy supplements designed for a werewolf

d medicinal herbs. I rolled up my sleeves, turned on the stove, and began prepping the ingredients with a

rative meal was effortless for me. Fifteen minutes later, a rich, savory herbal

broth into a ceramic bowl when

n, her eyes locked onto the bowl in my han

he kitchen stove?" she snapped, marching toward me wi

side, dodging h

e ingredien

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her with ice

thing to d

e, and she swung her arm to k

of trash, how dare y

igh heels echoed from the corridor outside. A heavy cloud of Chanel perfume drifted into

dle of the night? I just got back from a H

brown eyes full of arrogance and irritation. As the pampered starlet of the Gordo

vicious snarl and put on a f

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h two manicured fingers an

n smell like a poor

brought back today to take your place i

clothes and my bare, unmade face

tic, you're a perfect match to go serve that w

ve her a single glance and walked

e stepped sideways and bl

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into her eyes, and began counting

Four. T

t I was going to do, but a cold shiver r

ou crazy?" she muttered, insti

without looking back. Behind me, Jayde stood rooted to the tile floor, t

ic scapegoat dares to ac

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The Crippled Alpha's Secret Stand-In Mate

Ainsley Storme Werewolf

“I was brought into the Gordon Pack as a "wolfless" stray, despised by everyone from the high-ranking executives to the lowest maids. The only reason they adopted me was to use me as a disposable scapegoat. I was forced to take the favored daughter's place in an arranged marriage to Brooks Dawson, a former chief Alpha who had been paralyzed and permanently stripped of his wolf form. The entire family treated me like dirt. They tried to frame me for stealing a priceless moonstone pendant, hoping to see my hands broken under Pack Law. When it was time to meet my new fiancé at a seven-star hotel, the pampered daughter refused to lend me even an out-of-season dress. "Let her wear her own filthy rags and humiliate herself tonight! A cripple paired with street trash-isn't that the most fitting outfit?" They all sneered, thinking I was a pathetic, gene-defective orphan who should be begging on my knees for their charity. They didn't know my original grade-nine wolf core was violently ripped from my chest twenty years ago, leaving me with a jagged scar and a burning need for answers. Who stole my power, and why? I calmly locked my bedroom door and opened the hidden false bottom in my wardrobe. I pulled out a breathtaking haute couture gown I had designed myself, then booted up my encrypted terminal. They had no idea they had just handed the dark web's top hacker the perfect cover. I will gladly play the obedient bride to this faking "crippled" Alpha tonight-it's exactly the stepping stone I need to tear their entire empire down.”