All Chapters of Fake Heiress, Real Princess: Six Alpha Spoil Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chloe's POV"No problem," I said, snapping back to reality.Danny glanced at the darkening streets. "Look, let me walk you to your door. Too many rogues hanging around this part of town at night. It's not safe."I didn't push back. We started walking.We passed a few high-end, high-security apartment buildings, and Danny slowed down, probably expecting me to turn in. Instead, I led him down a narrow, shadowy alley.The streetlights here were flickering out, and the air was a thick mix of cheap gasoline and damp moss.The whole place felt like a relic—a piece of the city forgotten by time, covered in layers of messy graffiti.Danny's brow furrowed deeper with every step. He even let out a flicker of his pheromones to ward off any creeps lurking in the shadows.Finally, I stopped in front of a weathered storefront.A faded, crooked sign hung over the door, the words written in a cheap, amateurish font: SPECIAL HERBS - DISCOUNT PRICES!It looked exactly like the kind of illegal shop the

Third Person's POVSeven's pupils dilated instantly.There was no fear in his eyes—only a flash of near-sickly excitement.It was as if a long-repressed urge to destroy had finally been uncaged. He instinctively ran his tongue over his sharp canines, his fingers twitching in the air as if tapping on an invisible keyboard.He was still in his simple uniform, but his eyes had taken on an eerie, amber glow.He signed a series of lightning-fast movements, a mischievous, fox-like grin spreading across his face.Chloe saw it and gave him a permissive smile. "Been a while since I let you out to 'play,' hasn't it? You must be climbing the walls.""Go," she continued. "I want three days. Give me everything on Blue Moon—their illegal suppressants, the back-alley surgeries, and exactly how they've been draining the pockets of the poor through medical fraud. I want them to spit out every cent they've stolen, along with a side of blood. As for that accomplice from the Glen Pack... do whatever you

Chloe's POVThe next day, I walked into the hospital with nothing but a simple black backpack.In this building, which was practically vibrating with expensive perfume and high-rank werewolf pheromones, I felt like a total outsider.But the second I pushed open the door to Suite 601, a deep, hearty laugh filled the room. "So, this is the miracle doctor who pulled me back from the brink?"I looked up.In the bed, Alpha Renato was wide awake.Age had left its mark on him, but his eyes were sharp and clear—the eyes of a man who had commanded empires and survived wars.Even in recovery, the aura he radiated was heavy enough to choke an average werewolf.Comparing him to someone like Morris—who only knew how to postured and shout—was like comparing a lion to a house cat.But Renato wasn't alone. That stunning man from yesterday was there, too.He was sitting by the bedside, his long legs crossed casually. He'd ditched the stiff suit, which only added to that "fragile but dangerous" vibe he

Third Person's POVRenato quirked an eyebrow, affecting a serious tone. The soft aura around him instantly turned heavy and imposing. "How can you say that's too much? Is the life of Renato Middleton worth less than a million dollars in your eyes?""Fine. It's a deal," Chloe said, not bothering to argue.Going back and forth with fake politeness wasn't her style.She took the check, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "A million bucks... I'll have to think about how to spend this."After all, there were plenty of people out there who still thought she was a penniless street rat, waiting in line to watch her fail.Like the "Blue Moon Pack," who thought they were royalty while their foundation was rotting, or the arrogant "Glen Pack"...Lorenzo sat in the shadows, watching her profile. His mind drifted back to the dramatic, near-tearful speech Danny had given him this morning."Don't let the cool exterior fool you, Boss. Her life is heartbreaking," Danny had sighed while setting out

Third Person's POV"Watch your mouth," Alpha Lorenzo whispered, his voice dropping into a low, lethal register.Even in his weakened state, the warning in his icy eyes was enough to shut Clayton up instantly.Rosemary rolled her wheelchair closer, her face etched with the kind of grandfathered-in warmth only an elder can pull off."This is the first time Chloe has ever brought friends home," she said gently. "Make yourselves at home. There's hot tea in the back if your stomach is feeling off. I'm going to head to the market for some fresh shrimp—I'll make you all a proper home-cooked meal tonight."Rosemary had seen enough of the world to know Lorenzo wasn't just some "casual friend." He had "old money" and "power" written all over him.But just seeing her granddaughter willing to bring people here made her heart swell.The old Chloe had hated this place.She used to complain that the smell of herbs seeped into her hair and made her a laughingstock at school.Back then, she'd only vis