The Crippled Alpha's Secret Stand-In Mate

Chapter 3

Word Count: 522 | Released on: 27/10/2026

e rest of the night, I walked out to the estate's back

that high-ranking wolves constantly released indoors. I looked down at the gravel path, calculating how mu

clearly waiting for an opportunity to stir up fresh trouble, their petty malice radiating in the morning sun. I didn't give them the satis

lmly back toward the house, ignori

ay was empty before locking my door. I pulled the custom red terminal from

ing to track down the legendary hacker Cipher V for high-level jobs. My fingers moved rapi

with personal matters. Cipher V is su

ee seconds before exploding with tens of thousands of shocked replies. Ig

ight was still waiting. I though

ace full of stupid

ssage went through, a reply p

for you?" Nightshade's words

my mouth curle

. I can handle

ognized it instantly as a stealth IP tracking probe. Narrowing my eyes, I tapped three

?" I sent b

safe," Nightshade replied

hic coordinate popped up on my map interface, showing that Nightshade's signal source was loc

een, realizing the top hacker on the leaderbo

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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.”