The Wolfless Girl's Forbidden Alpha Mate

Chapter 5

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e tray in the entryway, I walked across the

sized four-poster bed carved with snarling Kir

straight toward the two-meter-wide f

pet always started with the clothes he forced her to wear; a custom closet

otion-sensor lights flickered on row by row, illuminating a hundred

alls, filling the air with the rich aroma of

hich were packed with current-season haute couture-from modest silk bl

y ordinary girl dizzy with greed, yet I knew damn well Dayton hadn't b

cked onto the right side of the room, where a row of c

e black glass door open. Warm amber spotlights clicked o

ozens of outrageously daring, barely-th

er black lace bodysuits to deep-V satin robes cut down to the

fine leather collar chokers set with tiny black diamond

across a gossamer-thin black silk gown,

billionaire CEO and iron-fisted Pack Alpha; behind closed doors, h

nted a stripped, trembling prey animal

t the hemlines, my eyes stopped

airs of ten-centimeter stiletto heels gleame

els, crusted in crushed diamonds with heel

wolf's enhanced bone density and balance, walking across polished marble

what triggered an apex Alpha's twisted pro

iled my index finger over the cold diam

fingertip pulled a buried memory

several months ago, du

ything Dayton kept in a downtown flat on a mode

culated gamble to rip open this tyrant's ascetic mask, lay

hat night, a nearly identical pair of

e wolf inside him wild, I had changed outfits three s

rning cold and sharp as the memory of the crackling firep

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“I was born Wolfless, a genetic defect that made me the weakest creature in the pack. To survive, I became the kept canary of Dayton Kirkland, the ruthless Alpha CEO. I played the part of a fragile, submissive girl perfectly, secretly selling pack gossip to build my offshore escape fund. But my double life hit a wall when Dayton returned from Europe early and dragged me into Azure Manor-his sacred fortress strictly off-limits to outsiders. Knowing my survival depended on feeding his ego, I slipped into a sheer pink nightgown and threw myself into his lap. "I dreamed you banished me," I sobbed, faking absolute terror. "I'd rather sleep at your feet like a dog than be left behind." I waited for him to swear his protection and bump up my allowance. Instead, the scorching pheromones in the room dropped below freezing. Dayton sneered and slammed a tablet onto his obsidian desk. "Nightmares?" he mocked, pulling up high-resolution surveillance photos. The screen showed me at a charity gala just hours ago, looking calm and calculating in couture, sipping champagne. My blood ran cold. My perfect lie was ripped wide open right in front of the apex predator who could tear me limb from limb for deceiving him. But instead of snapping my neck, his iron grip tightened around my waist, his eyes burning with a dark, twisted hunger. He didn't want a saint; he wanted a scheming liar he could cage. If playing his dangerous game was the only way to secure my millions, I would make him bleed gold.”