Chapter 4
After I ended the call, the store manager still had that smug look plastered across her face–like she’d just watched the she–wolf crawl away with her tail between her legs.
“So that’s it?” she sneered. “You called Alpha Alexis to beg for help?”
I didn’t take the bait. Just smiled, calm and cold, and dialed another number–this time to the bridal boutique’s headquarters in France,
The entire conversation was in fluent French, and judging by the manager’s blank expression, she didn’t catch a single word. Still, she kept cackling under her breath and even tried to usher me out of the boutique like I was some delusional rogue.
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Too bad for her, I wasn’t bluffing. I laid everything out clearly–every clause in the contract, every violation, every insult. I told HQ about the stolen gown, the slander, and the manager’s little power trip. Then I requested three things: a public apology, a full restoration of my name, and–per breach of contract–a triple refund.
All those months of cultivating relationships across packs, of doing things the right way? They weren’t for nothing.
HQ took me seriously. Very seriously.
Minutes later, the boutique’s landline rang. The manager answered confidently–then blanched, stumbling back like she’d been struck by a dominant Alpha’s command. And just like that, her reign ended.
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No matter how she twisted the truth, the facts stood tall and unshakable. Her lies couldn’t hold up under the light.
I turned on my heel and left her behind in a puddle of panicked sobs, her wolf howling weakly behind her eyes.
The French HQ moved fast. Within days, they released an official statement online, confirming everything–my ownership of the gown, the falsified paperwork, the breach. They even apologized publicly on all their social platforms.
Meanwhile, the disgraced manager–now fired and facing legal action–lost what was left of her composure. She unleashed her fury in Cecilia’s comment section like a rabid wolf:
“Pack Princess? Childhood sweetheart? All
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fake! One’s a shameless homewrecker, and the other’s a broke scammer! They lied, stole the dress, and now I’m the one paying for it!”
“You two better rot in hell!”
And just like that, the tide shifted.
Comments poured in:
“Wait… so the dress wasn’t hers?”
“You’re kidding–was the engagement real at all?”
“No way. Cecilia’s loaded, right? And Alexis runs a pack corporation. Just look at their lifestyle!”
Ah yes, the fairy tale of the “pack princess” and her powerful Alpha heir mate. I almost forgot that little narrative.
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Cecilia? Born rich?
Not even close.
She crawled out of some backwoods mountain village–just another forgotten pup from Alexis’s hometown. When I first met her, she looked exactly like what she was: poor, desperate, and wide–eyed with envy.
Her eyes never left my jewelry or my shoes. But instead of hiding it, she gushed to Alexis right in front of me:
“Alexis, Eloise’s outfits are so pretty! I wish I had clothes like hers.”
Alexis didn’t even blink. He brought her straight into my dressing room and told her to help herself.
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Watching some random girl,model my designer pieces like they were hers? My wolf bristled under my skin. But all Alexis said
was:
“She’s like a little sister to me. I don’t have many people back home. Since you’re with me now, help take care of her. It’s just stuff.”
And because she was “afraid” of living alone, he moved her into my villa.
Because she wanted to be an influencer, he used my wardrobe, my accessories, my life to create her sparkly fake identity online.
I tried–goddess knows I tried to speak up. Told him if she wanted that lifestyle, she could work for it like the rest of us. No reason she needed to keep leeching off me.
But Alexis turned cold. His voice, once warm
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and familiar, cut like a whip.
“Not everyone’s born into a wealthy
bloodline, Eloise. You think you’re better than us? Go ahead–look down on me. Let’s just break up.”
Back then, I was too in love to see what was really happening. I swallowed my pride. I backed down. I let the little stray pup play queen in my den.
I never thought she’d start believing the fantasy.
And then there’s Alexis.
Has he really forgotten where he came from? He was just a scholarship pup–one my father personally sponsored all the way from high school.
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After the college entrance exams, he said he wanted to repay our kindness. So, like a loyal shadow, he followed me to Silverpine Pack University. From then on, he became a fixture in our home–charming my parents, staying over for dinner, always just… there.
I won’t pretend he wasn’t attractive. Alexis had that quiet, studious charm–clean–cut, soft–spoken, always polite. He wore his gratitude like a second skin, and over time, I let my guard down. I fell for him.
But everything truly shifted the night I turned eighteen–my Coming of Age.
That was the first time I shifted into my wolf form: a radiant white coat, gleaming under the full moon. Strong. Elegant. Blessed. But what caught me most off guard wasn’t the shift itself–it was the bond.
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When our eyes met that night, the pull hit me like wildfire.
Alexis Curry was my fated mate.
For werewolves, that bond is sacred. We grow up under the Moon Goddess’s stories, waiting for her to whisper the name of the one she’s chosen for us. Some search through pack after pack, howling their hearts into the night. Others wait years, lifetimes even, only to be met with silence.
But not me.
I thought I was one of the lucky ones.
The boy I had loved in secret… turned out to be my destined mate.
After that, it felt like fate had given us her blessing. We became official. I threw myself
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into the role of the perfect partner–loyal, supportive, always putting him first.
In college, I used my money to help him shed his past and step into my world of privilege. After graduation, when he couldn’t land a job, I practically begged my father to place him in one of our pack’s companies.
I thought we were in love. I thought he chose
- me.
He never once refused my help. He even proposed to me, eyes soft and voice shaking like it meant everything.
But today… I finally saw the truth.
To him, it was never about love. It was always about obligation. A debt to repay. A box to check for my family’s sake.
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Fine.
If that’s how he sees it, then so be it.
Let everything go back to how it should’ve been. Let him return to the life he came from -and take his little act with him.
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