His Defiant Mate: The Hidden White Wolf

Chapter 5

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ries surrounding the wrecked SUVs. Black scorp

s on the dark web. Someone had paid

irt soaked with blood. Dark gold eyes burned under his furrowed brow, and e

eath, and the stench of silver rot

in front of him with a gun d

sed a curved blade coated in liquid silve

wolf form, but the silver poison in his ribs flared. Blood spilled fro

into the Rogue's shoulder and barely slowed him.

ounty for the Ghost Healer would die with him. I pinched three silver nee

. Before the curved blade could touch Franklin's s

wrist and drove three needles into the nerve cluster in his neck. His massive bod

lent. The remaining

rk gold eyes locking onto me with fierce warine

edle into the sleep acupoint on his neck. He le

I slapped the gun out of his hand and pricked his nec

ing?" the remaining Rogues roared, bon

hite Wolf speed. Even in human form, th

both knees into his chest until his ribs caved. Another Rogue lunged from behind. I reversed my grip on

ercenaries lay in pools of bl

Franklin, I ripped open his blood-soaked black shirt. The flesh around his ribs was black and n

pressed it hard into his wound. Even unconscious, Franklin's muscles convulsed violently. White

tight in unconsciousness, dried blood still at the corner of his mouth. Witho

touched his forehead,

was I

ypted communicator. "Slate, bri

," Slate's cal

late jumped out in black tactical gear with four gua

groaning Rogues. "Hand them to Chloe at

d, and his men dragged the mercen

usted off my palms. "Load these two into the medical van a

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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.”