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I sobbed, still restrained. “There must be a reason.” He sighed and fixed a strand of my blonde hair that kept straying from its place. “I was born defective; do you really want a defective she-wolf who can’t even transform?” His eyes didn’t leave me despite hearing such an offense. A she-wolf given in marriage to an alpha should be perfect. Without blemishes or flaws. “I don’t care about any of that; I’ve already said, I need your service for another matter.” “And what would that be?” I asked, noticing a friendly glint in his gaze.

Ignoring the filth, he reached into the pile of ash, still warm with residual magic, and dug frantically. His claws were stained black with charcoal, his nail beds filled with soot. Finally, he dug out a corner of a fragment that hadn't completely burned. It was the corner of a yellowed parchment. It showed only half of his young profile—back when he had just presented as an Alpha. His eyes were clear, looking at someone outside the frame. There was also half a page of a charred vow. The handwriting was blurred by fire, but the last sentence was faintly legible:

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"This is a pure business investment. Your father was an excellent businessman, and the company he built has tremendous potential. I'm not doing this out of pity. I'm doing it because it's a smart business move." His words warmed my heart. It wasn't about charity or saving me. It was about recognizing value—an equal partnership. It was something I needed most at this moment. "You don't need to feel burdened," Chris said, continuing to reassure me. Just as my tears began to well up, something caught my attention—a few familiar figures standing outside the car window. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. It was the three Rogues who had caused me to miscarry! What were they doing here? How dare they sh

“An Alpha is always stronger when mated.” “Even with those increased odds, what would you rate my chances?” I asked, looking at Nate specifically. “Zero point one,” replied Nate. I could feel his sincerity, and the fact that he didn’t want to be saying it. But it was one hundred percent the truth. I knew then and there that I couldn’t mate with Josh. I shook my head slowly. “I can’t–” “I know you can’t forgive him now, but–” “I can. I do forgive him. I want him as my mate.”

I couldn't take it anymore so I asked. ""Yes. Philippines lent 30 Malemyns and 15 Gwandys. Korea sent us 30 Gwandys. Japan has 35 Malemyns and 10 Gwandys. And my countries decided to send a total of 122 Malemyns with different levels. Of course we have Gwandys too. What im trying to say is, each team has mixed members." Alistair explained. "With the expected counts of monsters inside the nest, you're saying that we only have 187 fighters? Sir, are you underestimating the power of monsters?" Jevro also spoke. He sounds irritated and also cold.

Just clocked out. My bestie, Chloe, texted. Begging me to go wild with her at a bar. I collapsed onto my bed. Exhausted. “No way. My legs are jelly. I can’t tonight.” I splashed some water on my face and stared at my reflection. Pale. Drained. Suddenly, I knew I needed a release. Anything to forget my inhuman, tyrant werewolf boss. I grabbed my phone again, ready to text Chloe. I wanted to type: “My whole body aches. No energy for the bar. I desperately need a rough, deep-tissue massage session tonight.” But my brain was fried. I just typed: “Just need a rough, deep session tonight.” Five minutes later, my screen lit up. But it wasn't a message from Chloe. It was from my cold, untouchable A

A very excited female voice spoke up and Ember frowned in confusion, while Leo snickered his amusement. “Easy, Lottie.” Oliver chuckled. “Ember, meet my very excited mate, Charlotte.” Ember reached out blindly to shake her hand, only to have it caught and pumped excitedly. “I am so honored to meet you, Princess!” “Ember is fine, please don’t call me princess. Oliver is a close friend and it would make things weird.” Ember answered with a smile, while Nova giggled lightly. “Thank you, Pri – I mean Ember. I have to say it’s an honor meeting the first wolf in centuries with Ghost as a power.” Charlotte was talking in a rush as if she was afraid that she wouldn’t get to say everything she

"I hope not. I'd like him alive for the honeymoon." Through the windows, she could see the garden below three hundred white chairs arranged in perfect rows, an arch draped in roses and peonies, string lights that would glow like stars once the sun set. Everything was perfect. Everything was expensive. Everything was exactly as Marcus's mother, Catherine Chen, had planned. Well, almost everything. Elena had fought for the mariachi band that would play during cocktail hour,a nod to her heritage that Catherine had initially called "too ethnic" before Marcus convinced her otherwise.