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The Lycan Alpha's Hidden White Wolf Mate

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 860    |    Released on: Today at 13:40

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at the far end of the cabin, dropped my backpack ont

straight over to my side of the cabin, and sat down on the adjoining sof

made me frown slightly, and I reached up to rub the back of my neck as the suppression ch

nst his temples. Dark, bruised shadows sat heavy under his amber eyes-the unmistakabl

s nose, greedily inhaling the faint ce

houlder pressed right against my upper arm, his scorching

ound, glaring at him

ped coldly. "You paid me to cure

s head slightly, his warm breath brushing against

"Your scent is the only thing keeping

, only to realize that his eyes were already closed,

a who terrified the entire continent had fallen into a d

up with my left hand and grabbed his suit

ure, domineering energy-the ancient power of golden Lycan blood coursing th

g from the chip in my neck vanished instantly, replaced by

lowered my hand and kept my face expressionless, letting the sleeping t

filled only by the low hum of the jet e

tly as the pilot announced our descent. Callan's

dlust from earlier was gone, replaced by a lazy, s

buried his nose deeper into the crook o

little healer," he rasped, his voice th

ulling a wet wipe from my pocket, I aggressively scrubb

ng," I sp

et out a low, deep laugh that vi

jacket, effortlessly slipping back into the col

abin door opened, I looked out the window and saw dozens of emergency medical vehicl

out of the cabin, and I slung my backpack o

weating pack doctors rushed forward to

"Former Alpha Alistair's vital signs are dropping rapid

nt. Without wasting a word, he gestured towar

his amber eyes hard an

ching the grand fountains and manicured forests of

alt in front of a brightly lit intensive care b

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The Lycan Alpha's Hidden White Wolf Mate
The Lycan Alpha's Hidden White Wolf Mate
“After being left to rot in the border wastelands for eighteen years, I was finally summoned back to the Hanson Pack. But my fake sister, Danelle, paid the pack's driver half a million dollars to drive me straight into a feral Rogue ambush on the way home. She told everyone I was just a "wolfless genetic defect" who didn't deserve the pack's inheritance. While I was supposed to be getting torn apart and eaten alive by monstrous wolves on a dark highway, she was hosting a lavish welcome banquet. Wearing a white couture gown, she stood under the crystal chandeliers, pretending to mourn my tragic "accident" to secure her place as the only heiress. My biological parents didn't even care to send a search party; they just comforted the crying imposter. They really thought a girl abandoned in the lawless no-man's-land for almost two decades was just a weak, defenseless stray they could dispose of like garbage. They had no idea I was actually the supreme ruler of the dark web's assassin syndicate. Stepping out of the billionaire Alpha Callan's attack helicopter right into the center of her party, I looked at her terrified face and smiled. "Shouldn't I be where, little sister?" It was time to tear this rotten family apart.”