His Defiant Mate: The Hidden White Wolf

Chapter 2

Word Count: 670 | Released on: Today at 17:16

Bradf

k strap, the night wind tugging at the hem of my

"So you're the eldest miss they brought back from the borderlands?" He

. My leather boots thu

eased a weak Beta pressure. "Are you deaf? Th

r chest: Martha Tucker. My fingers ta

," I

t flat and cold.

d flinched in front of a wolfless girl

her hand pass, and drove

ugh the foyer. Her high heel twisted, and

e crystal chandelier stung my eyes, and the imported

ed a trembling finger at me. "You wild girl! How

g onto her. "Rules? A servant blocking h

n the corridor froze, whispering behind their han

e-aged woman in a silk robe glided down th

in her eyes. "Madam! Miss Ingrid

airs. Malice flashed through her light br

air behind her ear, the picture of a patient stepmother. "Martha

one in the foyer to hear. "Mrs. Fuentes, when you stole another woman's hus

eye. She drew a breath and looked at Martha. "Take Miss Ingrid

the narrow wooden stairs. I followed her into

air spilled out. Inside was a narrow

s key onto a dusty table. "Don't wand

e corridor. I walked in and

hidden zipper, and pulled out a custom ultra-thin black laptop. I pushed the d

, code scrolling down the screen. Seconds later, a blood-red inverted triangle appeared-the hig

. Their firewall was laughable. I hit Enter, planted a si

my screen. Sender: Genesis Defense Group. Target:

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

His Defiant Mate: The Hidden White Wolf

Ren Ping Sheng Werewolf

“When my biological father finally brought me back to the Fuentes Pack after years of exile, everyone thought I was just a disgraced daughter born without an inner wolf. But he didn't bring me home out of guilt. He and his mistress-turned-wife just wanted a punching bag, living lavishly on my dead mother's stolen fortune while my half-sister paraded around as the pack's golden princess. When I refused to bow to their daily abuse and humiliation, they decided to completely destroy me. My father threatened to freeze my bank accounts, and my half-sister flaunted her elite gala invitation in my face, mocking my genetic defect. "You're a pathetic defect who can't even shift, so stay in the gutter where you belong." They even hired rogue mercenaries to corner me in a blind alley, paying them to break my legs and ruin my innocence so I could never threaten their perfect family image. They genuinely believed I was a helpless outcast who would die begging for their mercy. They had no idea that the overseas shell companies my father was embezzling millions into were secretly owned by my dark web syndicate. They also didn't know that the supreme Lycan Lord they were desperately trying to flatter had just given me his personal signet ring for saving his life. Watching the armed thugs approach with baseball bats, I didn't scream or run. I just calmly gripped the silver dagger in my pocket, deciding it was time to collect every drop of blood this family owed my mother.”