Novel & Cerita Ditch Fake Bond: She's Tycoon Wolf Heiress

He started his talk. “I know. So where is this talk going?” She seemed impatient. “Daffodil, you might be the missing last breed of the Golden Wolves,” Lexus said this slowly, trying to let her understand each and every word that he stated. Her eyes were as wide as the full moon when she looked at him. “Me? A golden wolf? But my parents are American Business Tycoons. No way that they are werewolves.” she was totally confused. Suddenly, her dreams moments ago haunted her.

I felt the tingles and the bond and I was shocked. I was mated to a wolf, he wasn't bad to look at, not powerful but he had status and I smiled. He took me to his car and drove me to his private villa, he was rich, and I could work that to my advantage. I found out he was an Elder in the King's court and I knew I hit the jackpot, so I needed to play my cards right and pretend I needed a mate, I kissed him and before I knew it, he was fucking the shit out of me, he wasn't a bad fuck, kept me satisfied but I had better. After telling me he wanted me as his mistress because he had a wife and kids, I was disappointed but hey, I can use him to get to the King if I wanted to be Queen. We started m

After a few seconds, I suddenly heard slight cracking noises which caused me to open my eyes and wander around the area to see if someone is coming. > This land belongs to a pack, Freya, we need to get out of here now. You need to shift. < Kodaline shouted frantically in my mind and I didn't argue with my wolf anymore when I felt like someone was so close to approaching us now. I quickly took off my ragged dress and tied it around my shoulder. I immediately shift into my wolf form and let Kodaline take over my body. We wasted no more time and we quickly ran away, that was when I'm certain that someone is following us, it looks like the border patrol of this pack land is following us.

Aimee was curious. “The woman posing as Christopher Bridger’s wife is not Ashley Grander; she is Lily Bashwood, the older sister of the baseball player that Derek was talking to, Joe Bashwood,” he revealed. Aimee opened her mouth in shock, unable to believe what she just said. “I think you should be the first to expose her to Christopher and get your reward, because as we speak, that is exactly what Derek is about doing,” he advised Aimee. “But how did she get into Ashley’s personality? Where is Ashley Grander? Do Ashley’s parents know?” Aimee asked sporadically; she had so many questions to ask.

THE JOB IS DONE His voice echoed those words. Then I clamped my lips and released them. “What job?” he asked, his face turning red. “It's nothing,” I continued, “just an employee texting to inform me of a job done.” He let a breathless laugh escape his throat. “You’re coming in for further questioning.” My eyes broadened. “I didn't do anything,” the words came out before I could stop them. “Wait… what?” Desmond stepped forward. “I'm Desmond Parker,” he continued, “she's my wife and the heiress of the Adams foundation.”

She was busy typing on her gold phone, looking completely bored. "Kaelen, relax," Tatiana said, not looking up. "My father's tech company just transferred the dummy funds into your main account. When this imperial auditor from Apex Global arrives, just show them the screen. These corporate humans don't know anything about wolf pack assets. A few fake receipts and they will sign the extension."

"I thought you both made it clear you wanted nothing more to do with me." Her directness caught them off guard. The Mirena they knew had been quiet, eager to please—never this sharply composed. Duncan recovered first, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie. "We asked you here because there's a matter you need to handle." She needed to handle? Curious, Mirena tilted her head slightly as Duncan placed his phone on the table and slid it toward her. Her eyes immediately caught the bold headline: ~True Heiress or Homewrecker?~

My priority remains securing my mom's release. I approach Charlie, asking again, "What do I need to do to get my mom back?" Charlie doesn't respond immediately, too engrossed in flipping through a magazine. He finally stops, tosses the magazine towards me, and opens it to a specific page, leaving me perplexed and wondering if he's serious. I raise an eyebrow, curious, as Charlie instructs me to examine the image. Bending down, I pick up the magazine, and my eyes land on the caption: "Billionaire Maya is back in style."

For him to laugh and say he was joking, testing me, seeing how gullible I was. But Damien didn't laugh. He just stood there, watching me with those impossible amber eyes, his expression grave. "You're... what?" "A werewolf. An Alpha, specifically. I lead the largest pack in the Pacific Northwest." His voice was steady, matter-of-fact, like he was discussing quarterly earnings. "Sterling Industries is a cover. Most of my employees are wolves. This building is pack territory. And you, Maya Chen, are my fated mate." The room spun.

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