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His Defiant And Unbroken Secret Mate

His Defiant And Unbroken Secret Mate

Author: Jv Lingxian
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1093    |    Released on: 10/06/2026

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over a pothole, jostli

o a green and brown smear. Towering iron gates had swallowed us whole miles back,

tone in my gut. My maid Clara's was

ped the worn fabric of her skirt. Her

voice low and steady. It was a lie, bu

I didn't know, shot a contemptuous look at us in the r

a halt. Clara cried o

's shoulders, pulling her back before her head could hit the hard plastic. My reflexes were blindingly fast-far too fast

my place in this bloodline and ensure no one could ever step on me again, I had to play the long game. Let them think I was a helpless pig ready for slaught

runted in di

a sprawling gravel courtyard, in front of a main

wide stone steps. Wolves. Their ey

dler. Her dress was a whisper of expensive silk, a vibrant splash of c

ic of his black shirt. The air around him practically crackled with power. An Alp

ation. This welcome party for an illegitimate daug

is ear. I couldn't hear her words, but

He let out a short, sharp scoff a

ing up the distance to the SUV. The murmuring crowd

th the controls, a flicker of fear in hi

and closed around the door h

He didn't open the door. He ripped it open, his ra

hed into the car, whippi

d, and scrambled to the far corner of

r into shadow. He loomed over me, a mountain of muscle and fury. His sc

what he expected to see. A frightened little Omega, w

I lifted

ear, my expression a calm, unreadable mask. I wou

flicker of surprise. His chest rose and fell in a s

ows snapped together, his anger a shield f

voice a shrill, amplified mockery designed for the entire pac

e, Caleb? I told you my father's little mistake was an absolute eyesore. I can't believe t

I was dirt beneath his boots. "I've smelled wet rats with more app

aughter rippled t

grave with her public cruelty. The harsher they were to me now, the

my worn canvas bag on the floor. I didn't ha

SUV. My worn-out boots crunched on the gr

defiance in the face of their collective scorn. Then, I lifted my chin and let my

r died in t

terest in his eyes was back, but this time it was sharper, more dangerous. He had expec

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