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I stood at the altar in my heavy bridal veil, waiting to marry the Alpha heir to save my family's heavily indebted pack. But the groom never showed up. Instead, his enforcer announced to the entire aristocracy that Desean Montgomery had fled the territory, canceling our wedding because I was a "wolfless freak." My mother looked at me like a defective piece of property, cursing me for bankrupting us. The groom's father stepped forward, proudly declaring to the press that his elite bloodline wouldn't be tainted by a cripple. The cathedral erupted in cruel laughter and flashing cameras. The guests mocked me, waiting to see the pathetic, abandoned bride cry. If I walked out of those doors alone, my pack would be torn apart by creditors before sundown. Beneath my veil, my blood flared with the ancient, dormant fire of the White Wolf. I kept my breathing steady. I couldn't let my beast wake here, nor would I let an arrogant coward dictate my fate. I was not the weak, wolfless recluse they all thought I was. I stepped down from the altar, parted the sea of gossiping socialites, and stopped directly in front of the most feared man in the room-the supreme Alpha King, Jasper Jones. "Mr. Jones, are you currently single and free of any mating bond?" "I am." "Then step up to the altar and marry me instead."
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Rejected at the Altar, Claimed by the Alpha King Chapter 1
Harper POV:
I had been standing at the center of the altar for two hours,but the groom's spot beside me was still empty.
Below the altar, the murmur of hundreds of high-ranking Pack members swelled into a restless, mocking tide.
The Pack Elder glanced irritably at the silver pocket watch, his gaze falling on the empty spot beside me, and let out a heavy sigh.
My mother, Victoria, suddenly grabbed my arm, her sharp nails piercing through the silk of my wedding dress, her voice filled with venom.
"If you had even an ounce of an inner wolf in your blood, Desean wouldn't have humiliated us in front of the entire tribe. A wolfless freak. That is what you are."
In our world, wolves were everything. Genetics dictated rank, power, and survival. Alpha CEOs ruled multinational Pack conglomerates, Betas managed corporate empires, and people born wolfless, lacking an inner beast, were treated like discarded garbage.
But they still chose me, a seemingly unremarkable "wolf-less" woman.
Because my father Reginald had buried the Moore Pack under hundreds of millions in debt, he used me as a bargaining chip in their negotiations.
The Montgomerys had agreed to the match not because they wanted me, but because they wanted our northern mineral ridge, our territory, and a foothold in Riverdale.
But I know that hey would never allow a wolfless bride to become their Luna-wolf-blood was everything to them.
So they chose Desean, their weakest and most useless son, who spent all day in bars.
They wanted to use that son to create a scandal-a pretext to humiliate the Moore Pack, a way to avoid any binding tie to me, and a means to seize every benefit once they had a legitimate reason.
And I had agreed because my grandmother was dying in the sanitarium,and because this was the only chance I had ever been given to hold my own fate.
More importantly, Desean was never my destination.
My eyes locked onto a solitary figure seated in the center aisle.
Jasper Jones.
The supreme Alpha King. The billionaire CEO of the Jones Global Syndicate, whose bloodline held undisputed dominance over every pack in North America. He sat with effortless elegance in a charcoal suit, his golden eyes observing the chaos with razor-sharp detachment.
I had done my research. His elders were restless under his iron rule, demanding an heir and pressing him to take a Luna to secure his throne. He needed a compliant wife. I needed capital, protection, and time.
I wouldn't mind if the scandal were even more severe, as that would give me a stronger justification for implementing my plan.
I pulled my arm free from Victoria's grip with a cold, deliberate motion. Her eyes flashed with fury, but before she could snap, my father Reginald hurried toward us from the edge of the altar.
His hands shook so violently that his phone almost slipped from his grasp. Cold sweat glistened on his receding hairline.
The heavy oak doors at the back of the cathedral swung open with a resounding bang. A Montgomery Pack enforcer marched down the center aisle, his combat boots thudding against the stone.
The enforcer reached the altar and leaned down to whisper in Reginald's ear.
Reginald's face drained of every drop of color. He staggered back, clutching his chest, before clearing his dry throat into the ceremonial microphone.
"The wedding... is canceled," Reginald announced, his voice trembling before the entire aristocracy of Riverdale. "Desean Montgomery has left the territory."
The cathedral erupted.
Gasps, sharp laughs, and cruel whispers crashed over the pews. Phone cameras flashed like silver daggers.
"A wolfless bride dumped at the altar! What a joke!"
"Did the Moore Pack really think an Alpha heir like Desean would settle for a defective nobody?"
Winston Montgomery, the Alpha Patriarch of the Montgomery Pack, stepped forward from the front row. He adjusted his tailored suit, his chin raised in blatant arrogance. He offered no apology, only cold disdain.
"An elite Alpha bloodline cannot be tainted by a wolfless cripple," Winston proclaimed coldly, ensuring every reporter heard his voice. "The fault lies entirely with the bride's failure to awaken a beast."
Victoria collapsed against the altar railing, sobbing hysterically into her lace handkerchief, wailing about the Moore Pack's immediate bankruptcy.
Beneath my veil, my blood flared with the ancient, dormant fire of the White Wolf, but I kept my breathing steady. I could not let the beast wake here. Not yet.
Our territory was collapsing under hundreds of millions of dollars in debt. If I walked out of this cathedral as an abandoned bride, my pack would be torn apart by creditors before sundown.
I lifted my chin. Through the opaque mesh of my veil, my gaze moved across the front row of VIP dignitaries.
I gathered the heavy white train of my gown and stepped down from the altar.
"Harper, what are you doing?" Victoria shrieked, trying to grab my veil.
I cast a single, freezing glance over my shoulder that pinned her where she stood.
The sea of gossiping socialites parted instantly as I walked. The silence spread like frost across the grand hall until the only sound left was the rhythmic click of my heels against the marble floor.
I stopped two feet in front of Jasper Jones.
The air around him was dense with the overwhelming scent of frosted cedar and raw, predatory dominance. The physical pressure of his aura alone made the Betas and Gammas in the adjacent rows lower their heads in instinctive submission.
Jasper tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through my veil as if he could see straight into my concealed soul.
"Mr. Jones," my voice rang out, clear, calm, and utterly devoid of fear. "Are you currently single and free of any mating bond?"
Sharp gasps echoed across the cathedral. Someone dropped a crystal champagne flute, shattering it against the floor.
A barely noticeable hint of interest flashed in Jasper's eyes, and a dangerous aura spread wildly through the air.
"I am," Jasper replied, he responded to me in a deep, melodious voice, saying that he didn't have any engagement at present..
I did not hesitate to extend my hand with lace gloves to him and invited him to finish the wedding.
"Then step up to the altar and marry me instead."
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