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Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Alpha Uncle

Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Alpha Uncle

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1247    |    Released on: Today at 11:33

mari

plush red runner of the hallway. Tomorrow is the

husband disappeared without a trace. In the chaos of t

cond door on the right.

nerves. It was a premonition. I hesitated for a heartbeat, th

y heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird

, punctuated by low groans. My breath hitched. My finge

r open just a fr

fiancé. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back

e hair, the white dress of a bridesmaid bunched

he world tilted, the ornate wallpaper swimming before my eyes. Betrayal wasn't a strong

hot, burned thr

t possessed, raised my phone. I found the camera

ssed

k. "After we're married, the Frost Legacy Holdings trust is as

ce, sickly sweet. "What will you d

Once I have control, I'll file for bankruptcy, liquidate the assets, and

fists, pummeling the

ith my half-sister, and they even discussed ways to commit murder

t on my phone screen. Every tremor of my

aved the file, my chest heaving

to g

carpet. The sound was a dull scrape, but in th

inside the

lemont's voice w

throat. I didn't

he sky had opened up, a furious, cleansing downpour. The rain was ice-cold, ins

shaking too hard to fit the key in the lock. Finally, it clicked. I t

tion. The engine roared to life. I stomped on the gas, the tires screech

in the rearview mirror until it wa

he deluge. I was on the winding mountain road that led

that dripped from my hair. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, a sharp pain shooti

errifying second. My headlights cut through the da

tree, its front end crumpled like a tin can.

d, the tires screaming in protest, and

blems forgotten. The engine was still s

Clemont and Kaylen hadn't managed

ind tore at me, nearly knocking me off my feet. I struggled

bbed the handle with both hands and pulled, my muscles screaming. The me

thing primal and intoxicating. Cedarwood and pine, like a deep forest after

shoulders filling the driver's seat. Blood matted his dark hair

st. I clawed at it, my manicured nails scraping against the hard pla

lly hitting the release button wi

ht out of the car. He was impossibly heavy, a mountain of a man. My feet sl

gain, pulling with every ounce of strength I had. His body slid from

oment my fingertips touched his cold skin, a jolt, like static electricit

s snapp

was happening, his hand shot out, his blood-slicked fi

ous. He was not wea

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