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Claimed By My Enemy's Alpha Brother

Claimed By My Enemy's Alpha Brother

Author: Qing Gongzi
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1065    |    Released on: 20/07/2026

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e of the pack warriors, trying to

enty-second birthday party, which my best friend Candice Knight invited me to stay at the Knight family

st friend, C

ht. Junior had been dropping hints for weeks, his voice low and promisi

t was a

slightly. I scanned the grand ballroom again. No sign of hi

to the west lounge,"

rty behind, I slipped down

of a private sitting area, ra

e heavy oak do

sound.

lood went ice-cold.

s Can

Faint light seeped through the crack in the door

ed with disdain, hoarse and satisfied, "she has no id

giggled, her voice dripping with triumphant mockery. "That fool Erick

ck with sweat, buried deep inside my best friend. They we

loor. Pinned to the collar was the silve

dice's eyes flickered open. They met

no shock

mile that curled her lips

blood roaring in my ears. I pressed my hand to my m

past laughing guests whose face

th that wouldn't come. I found my old, beat-up car in

of downtown Los Angeles surrounded me. I pulled up i

lobby and found the whiskey ba

I rasped to the bartende

estion it. H

my throat, a welcome pain. I drank anothe

l, I noticed a man sitting

radiated an aura of cold authorit

is scen

d cold metal. It cut through the cloying sweetnes

ar-swollen eye

ep, unnerving calm. It ma

lawed its way up my throat. A wil

glass and swa

e a husky ruin. I slid on

t, almost imperceptible nod. His g

the back of his hand where it rested on the bar. The skin was w

lm washed over me, quieting the storm inside. I gaspe

His gray eyes darke

leaning close, the words tasting

round me, heavy with an Alpha's dominance

ard on the bar. His hand clamped around my waist,

from the bar. I was aware only of a hard chest ag

or. The beep of a key card. The dizzying sensa

y sanity.My last flicker of lucidity, like a dying candle in the wind, flickered out, and I completely aban

headache and a sliver of sunlight cut

in sheets of the fi

my ribs. This was a presidential suite, a

sound of running wa

I could see the tall, masculine

fying void, slowly being f

ange

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