Ditch Fake Bond: She's Tycoon Wolf Heiress の小説・ストーリー

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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asked the principal with respect. “I happened to visit Ocean howls pack today when I received a mind-link from one of my gifted pack members, that you are tutoring this girl for hours and you have put an allegation that she has bewitched a werewolf?” she asked while looking straight into the principal’s eyes. Ellis was looking at her with astonished expressions. This Althea was very different from the Althea he knows. “This is not false, she indeed stole my daughter’s mate by bewitching and she discovered this the other day when her wolf told her he is her mate instead of this filth,” said Tyler.

“She doesn’t. But you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, Isabella. I wouldn’t have chosen you for this if I didn’t think you could handle it.” His words caught me off guard, a flicker of warmth spreading through me despite the chaotic scene that had just unfolded. “Well,” I said, picking up the pen once more, “I suppose it’s too late to back out now.” I signed the contract, my signature sealing my fate as Noah Jake’s ‘fake girlfriend.’ “Welcome aboard,” he said with a hint of a grin, holding out his hand. I shook it, ignoring the spark that shot through me at his touch. “Here’s to mutually beneficial arrangements,” I said, trying to keep my tone light.

"Congratulations on taking first place in the Trials. Impressive results. The wolf territory needs talent like yours. Would you be interested in a position at the Werewolf Bureau? The compensation will be more than generous." A personal call from the Alpha King settled any question about whether my score was legitimate. Vivienne lunged at me and grabbed my collar. "Impossible. You went back to the witch, didn't you? You did something else—" I pried her fingers off. "If you've got a problem with my score, go pull the exam hall security footage. Don't stand here trying to pin your failures on me." Vivienne scoffed. "I'm the Alpha's daughter. I don't need you to take the fall for me. The second

I smiled, but a flicker of melancholy and weariness settled in my chest. Moments like these always stirred up memories I tried to keep buried – the fall of the Winters name, the whispers of scandal, and the hollow echo of an empty estate. After my father’s business empire under the weight of mismanagement and fraud allegations, my stepmother, Dahlia, in a desperate attempt to secure our future, laced my drink with drugs and sent me to Leon’s suite during a charity gala. Her plan was simple: force Leon, my childhood friend, into a position where he’d have no choice but to marry me.

“How would you know that?” “You told me... Didn’t you? Or maybe I heard somewhere, but it’s impossible! She must be faking it! Maybe she’s a witch! Maybe she planned this! Maybe she faked a bond with you!” She then palmed her face as her shoulders shook from her cries. “I know I’m saying impossible things. Because she’s not a witch, right? She’s a shifter like you, and there’s no way she can fake a bond…” I gulped as my hands clamped my temples. Althea. She’s a witch.

"Please. You're always glued to your phone or hiding in your room. If I waited for your help, she'd be long gone by now." Apparently, one of her socialite friends had done some digging and passed along a name. The woman had answered every so-called 'verification question' correctly, which Mom took as proof. There were some inconsistencies with the photo, sure, but as Mom explained it: [Everyone looks different under gala lighting. That ballroom lighting makes anyone look like they belong on a magazine cover.] The woman turned out to be the only daughter of a jewelry magnate, and a pureblood wolf born into one of the Alpha-aligned families, affluent, refined, and deeply rooted in the elite pa

“You are right, Luna. After that first day in the living room… I never felt my wolf whisper or even want to be with her as my mate. In fact when she came to my room three days ago, my wolf had felt so bad even though I did not touch a strand of her. It felt like I was cheating on Lilith. So the bond had been fake all along? But how… how was that possible?” “Yes, the mate bond had been fake all along.” She reached into the envelope again and retrieved a parchment paper, handing it over to him. “It had been discovered that she came from the Winterbourne Pack. A pack far away in the north. The people of this pack had the rare gift of mimicking scent, taking another person's appearance and they