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Thirty Two
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2026-05-09 14:05:42
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I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate Forty
AUTHOR'S POVEmberly leaned against the brick wall of the college courtyard, shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. Her eyes remained fixed on the far side of the quad. Jordan Draven sat alone on a concrete bench near the library, radiating a dark, unapproachable energy that forced passing students to give him a wide berth. His shoulders slumped, and his eyes stared blankly at the pavement. Emberly felt a tug in her chest, driven by the mate bond and genuine worry for Grandma Alder's health. She wanted to walk across the grass and demand to know what was happening, but the invisible wall he built around himself kept her paralyzed."You might want to wipe the drool off your chin before somebody slips on it," a bright voice interrupted.Emberly flinched as Nina stepped up beside her, holding two plastic cups of iced coffee."I was not drooling," Emberly lied, taking the cup to give her trembling hands something to hold."Please, Emberly, you were eye-fucking the Alpha heir
I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate Thirty Nine
EMBERLYNina dropped her canvas tote bag onto the worn floorboards of my cramped living room. Dust motes danced in the afternoon light filtering through the small window. She pulled out her silver laptop, a thick sociology textbook, and a crinkling bag of spicy potato chips. Claiming the right side of the faded couch, she kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet underneath her legs."I swear Professor Harrison takes pleasure in ruining our weekends," Nina complained. She tore open the chip bag and offered me a handful. "Assigning a ten-page essay on pack border economics due on Monday morning is a violation of basic human rights. I have three cafe shifts this weekend, and Chad wants me to clean the grease traps.""I can take your Sunday morning shift if you need extra time to type," I offered. Booting up my own computer, I opened a blank document and stared at the blinking cursor. "I need the extra cash to pay for groceries, and Chad hides in the back room on Sundays. I will not have
I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate Thirty Eight
EMBERLYThe deadbolts clicked into place. The wooden door was finally secure, but the real danger was already locked inside the cottage with me. The black-market suppressants failed the moment the adrenaline from my frantic sprint crashed. An unnatural fever spiked through my bloodstream, hitting my fragile system like a speeding freight train. My skin flushed so hot that the damp fabric of my oversized hoodie felt like it was melting into my pores. Every single nerve ending in my body became terrifyingly hypersensitive. The agonizing pull of the mate bond screamed inside my skull, demanding Jordan Draven’s physical presence. I stumbled blindly down the narrow hallway, crashing my shoulder against the doorframe before collapsing onto my mattress. My trembling hands tore at my sweat-soaked clothes, yanking the thick fabric over my head before my fingers clawed at the restrictive hooks of my chest binder. The elastic finally snapped open, allowing me to drag a deep, ragged breath int
I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate Thirty Seven
EMBERLYSwallowing the illegal, black-market heat suppressants felt like washing down crushed glass with battery acid. The toxic herbal pills masked the biological scent of a female omega, but the physical toll ravaged my body without mercy. Sweat slicked the back of my neck beneath the tight chest binder, trapping the unnatural fever against my skin. A dull, throbbing ache settled deep into my joints, making every movement behind the cafe counter an exhausting chore. Nausea rolled through my stomach every time the espresso machine hissed, turning the rich smell of roasted coffee beans and steamed milk into a sickening trigger. I forced myself to wipe down the sticky laminate counter, breathing strictly through my mouth to keep from gagging.The brass bell above the front door chimed, cutting through the ambient noise of the crowded shop. Beta Ronan stepped onto the linoleum floor, wearing a dark winter jacket. Panic spiked in my chest. I remembered my forced arrangement with Alpha M
I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate Thirty Six
EMBERLYI shoved my battered textbook into my locker, I scanned the crowded college hallway. The students sere moving in a chaotic blur, laughing and complaining about morning lectures. That's when I caught a glimpse of dark hair and broad shoulders near the water fountain. Shit!It sent a jolt of panic through my chest. Shutting the locker door as quietly as possible, I ducked my head and hurried in the opposite direction.A heavy hand clamped onto the strap of my backpack. The physical force jerked me backward, stopping my escape instantly."You walk like a guy trying to skip out on a gambling debt, Lynnwood," Jordan said, stepping into my path and blocking the corridor with his massive frame. He wore a dark jacket, his expression completely relaxed. "Are you avoiding me, or did you just decide to ignore the mass email Coach sent out about the equipment inventory?"Forcing my shoulders to drop into my practiced boyish slouch, I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat. "I saw the e
I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate Thirty Five
VICTORIA Staring at my cold reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of my private suite, I meticulously fastened the silver buttons of my tailored winter coat. Agatha’s devastating words from the previous night played on a relentless, agonizing loop inside my head. The elderly maid had correctly identified the terrifying truth that I actively tried to ignore every single day. The ruthless expectations of my father and the violent politics of our pack were actively rotting my soul from the inside out, turning my heart into an impenetrable block of ice. I genuinely wanted to be a good person, and a small, deeply buried part of me yearned to drop the political facade and simply breathe. But the unforgiving reality of my bloodline dictated that duty would always prevail over personal happiness. In the dangerous world of high-ranking werewolf politics, the only viable escape routes from this golden cage were brutal execution or permanent exile, and I refused to run away and lose my po
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