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Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises. Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body. Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union." Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family." Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless. But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place. Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms. When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route. What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected. He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years. And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.
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El aire en el panteón era denso, cargado de tristeza, mientras sostenía entre mis manos la pequeña urna de Leo, lo único que quedaba de mi hijo de seis años.
Fue allí, en medio de mi desolación, buscando el consuelo de mi esposa Sofía, que la encontré, no llorando a nuestro hijo, sino riendo en un rincón apartado con Ricardo, su "amor platónico" de la universidad.
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Lo Siento Hijo Mío
El aire en el panteón era denso, cargado de tristeza, mientras sostenía entre mis manos la pequeña urna de Leo, lo único que quedaba de mi hijo de seis años. Fue allí, en medio de mi desolación, buscando el consuelo de mi esposa Sofía, que la encontré, no llorando a nuestro hijo, sino riendo en un
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