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From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate. But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world. "Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly. "The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit." He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient." I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth. Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side. The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival.
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Mi vida era una lucha constante contra el hambre.
En el instituto, mi único sustento era un humillante "pacto" con Mateo, el chico rico: comida a cambio de mis tareas.
Me sentía una mendiga, una carga.
Una devastadora Nochebuena, mi propia madre me echó de casa, dejándome a la intemperie.
Vagué sin rumbo, el frío mordiéndome, hasta que Mateo me encontró, ofreciéndome cobijo temporal en su inmensa casa.
Por un momento, creí que había encontrado paz.
Pero la cruel realidad volvió: mi padre me secuestró para casarme forzosamente con un hombre mayor y saldar una deuda.
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El Sabor del Primer Bocadillo
Mi vida era una lucha constante contra el hambre. En el instituto, mi único sustento era un humillante "pacto" con Mateo, el chico rico: comida a cambio de mis tareas. Me sentía una mendiga, una carga. Una devastadora Nochebuena, mi propia madre me echó de casa, dejándome a la intemperie. Vagué
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