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The Lycan's Unwanted Mate

“Congratulations, bitch. Dad sold you to Alpha Arthur. I heard he got into a car accident a few years ago that messed up his face and left him with a limp." She was forced to join the ShadowClaw Pack, expecting the same abuse and torment she had endured before. However, Alpha Arthur, not only handsome but also incredibly attentive, treated her well. She was his breeder, and he was initially attracted by her pure family background and good figure. Their relationship was merely a transaction. Over time, Ophelia gradually won Arthur's heart, and she allowed herself to fall in love with him. Later, she received a check and a farewell. Expecting Ophelia to cry and make a scene, she instead took the check and left decisively. "Mr. Morgan, goodbye forever!" From then on, Ophelia's life turned around completely. She started racing cars, healing the sick, and effortlessly made a name for herself in the music industry. Her stepmother and stepsister still looked down on her, thinking she was a disgrace. Eventually, they came to her, begging, "As long as Miss Clark was willing to save my daughter, I could name my price!" Reflecting on it, they realized that the girl they once pitied was actually a big deal. Even Taylor, who used to defy everyone, became her follower. "Anyone who dared to insult her, I’d break their legs!" Arthur, having lost Ophelia, watched her stunning performance on TV and deeply regretted letting her go. When they met again, she had someone else by her side. With red eyes, he said, "Ophelia, you were mine. Please come back to me." Ophelia smiled coldly, "Sorry, I'm very busy now, no time." Arthur pulled out a diamond ring, "Darling, let's get back together!" The Lycan's Unwanted Mate is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Claire Wilkins · Fantasie
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55 Chs

Chapter 38 : Arthur's Bedside Manner

Arthur’s POV

"Good,” I said as I looked at the office door. “Let’s get this taken care of, then.”

Opening the door, Alpha Romero sat at his desk, wearing a smiling face as he spoke to me.

I glanced around the Alpha's office at the rest of the attendees. Sitting in front of and beside his desk was Romero's daughter Catherine and his beta. Initially, the talk was casual, pleasant even.

“I’ve been thinking about taking up some cooking classes,” said Catherine to the Beta.

“Oh, really? You’re a fine cook as it is,” the Beta remarked.

“Well, I have more responsibilities ahead of me. I want to make sure I’m making my husband happy.”

“True,” Romero responded. “You’ll pick it up easily. You’re a fast learner with whatever you’ve chosen to do.”

Was Catherine pretending I wasn’t in the room? Obviously, she wanted me to hear just how “good of a wife” she was going to be. I mentally sighed in annoyance.

“Arthur, you appreciate good food, don’t you?” Beta asked.