Fake Heiress, Real Princess: Six Alpha Spoil Me

Chloe's POVThe rain was relentless, soaking the Los Angeles dirt until the air around the Shadow Woods smelled like wet mud and rotting leaves.This was the twelfth hour of the winter storm.My black tactical bag hit the mud hard, landing just outside the Frostclaw Pack's boundary stones."Alpha Morris is done smelling you, Chloe. Even a whiff of your scent makes him want to gag."The speaker was Andy, a beta with shifty, cold eyes.He was intentionally flaring his aura, letting out those aggressive beta pheromones that pricked at my skin like needles through the rain."The real Alpha's daughter, Rita Marshall, is finally home," Andy sneered. "As for you—your real parents were just some white-trash nobodies from rural Oregon. Do yourself a favor and get some self-respect. Don't even think about contacting us again."He flicked a sleek, black titanium card at me. "Ten grand. Alpha Morris says consider this your severance for being kicked out."I didn't even look at the card. I just le

Chloe's POVPaul froze, his face turning a shade of white that usually belongs on a morgue slab."That's impossible... impossible!" He backed away, stammering, staring at the crystal in my hand like it was a cursed object.I ignored him, my hand steady as a rock.I guided the last of the crystal's lingering frost into the contours of the boy's forehead, sealing the treatment.This was the final step. As the violent, internal heat was fully suppressed, the little boy's eyes finally fluttered open.They were a striking, liquid gold, framed by unnervingly long lashes.He looked up at me silently. He was still pale, but that eerie, crimson glow beneath his skin had completely gone dark.After a beat of dead silence, the crowd erupted into a wave of disbelief and cheers.I packed the ice crystal back into my kit and snapped it shut. "He's fine now," I said flatly."The kid hasn't said a word since he woke up," Paul sneered from the sidelines, desperate to save face. "Who's to say your litt

Chloe's POVI had just hopped onto my beat-up, chipped bike when a sharp, familiar voice sliced through the air from behind. "What the hell are you doing here?"It was my foster mother—Luna Regina.The heavy scent of her rose perfume couldn't mask the stinging pheromones of pure rejection rolling off her.I frowned. The last thing I wanted was a run-in with anyone from the Frostclaw Pack. But trouble has a way of finding me, like a hyena catching the scent of blood.I looked over and saw a group of socialites standing a few yards away.My foster father, Alpha Morris, was playing the doting parent, hovering over Rita—the "real" daughter they'd just brought home.Rita was clinging to the arm of a silver-haired older woman, whispering something that made the lady pat her hand with an elegant smile.Regina clearly didn't want their high-society friends seeing me.She stepped sideways, physically blocking my view of the group."I'm talking to you," she hissed. "Why are you here?"She was t

Third Person's POVVeronica acted like she'd just heard a bad joke. She let out a scoff, her eyes full of disbelief. "That's absurd. My students are the elite. They don't just—"Before she could finish, a young man drenched in sweat came sprinting toward them.He looked panicked, completely forgetting his professional composure as he shouted from a distance. "Professor Carrillo! Something's wrong! Daniel just... he collapsed! He's stuck on his knees on the sidewalk. We tried to pull him up, but it's like he's rooted into the concrete. He won't budge!"The smug look on Veronica's face froze.The "elegant and poised" mask she'd been wearing shattered instantly.The silence that followed was deafening.If Chloe's words had been a provocation before, this was a physical slap to the face.Veronica's skin went from flushed to pale, then settled into a dark, stony glare.She shot Chloe a look that promised a slow death before turning and storming toward the intersection.Chloe didn't blink.

Third Person's POVThe locals didn't blink an eye. In this neighborhood, Chloe's medical skills were considered nothing short of a miracle.The old man's eyes welled up as he gripped Chloe's hand. "Thank you... thank you so much! I went to so many hospitals. Even that Professor Carrillo told me I needed arthroscopic surgery. People like me can't afford that... I thought I'd just have to live as a cripple. You're an angel sent from heaven!"He had only stopped by to test his luck, but when he found out Chloe didn't charge a cent, he almost dropped to his knees in gratitude.Chloe gently steadied him. "It wasn't a death sentence. Any decent healer could have fixed that."The man looked confused. "But Professor Carrillo said the ligament damage was severe. She said surgery was the only way—and it would cost a million dollars..."A million dollars?The crowd erupted.For a regular family, a bill like that was a calculated disaster."What the hell is Carrillo playing at?" Ruby was the firs