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Dumping My Toxic Ex to Marry Six Apex Alphas

Dumping My Toxic Ex to Marry Six Apex Alphas

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1390    |    Released on: Today at 17:12

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pain behind my temples ripp

ved against the floor to sit up, cold, gritty hardwood bit into my palms, followed instantly by the s

pulsing crimson neon of the VIP lounge. "One spilled drink, a

nd catcalls erupte

cla

hunched over my laptop in the lab, suffocati

t of foreign memories

se while high society flaunted raw, primal strength, she had never manifested an inner beast. Wolfless. A defective runt. Despite her brilliant pharmaceutical breakthroughs,

a modern werewolf-genetics grad student pulling brutal all-nighters,

ing the custom neural stabilizer the original Valerie had spent weeks synthesizing. She had sprinted through freezing rain

elyn had smirked and hurled a crystal tu

broken soul instantly. And I

rench-manicured nails toyed with his lapel. "She splashed my new L

ffortless mask of contempt. Even with the faint, telltale gray tracery of Blood-Rust cree

p playing dead on the floor. God, how the Sinclair pack spawned such an embarrassment is beyond

? Beg

he metaphysics of transmigrati

up, wiping the hot blood trickling toward my eye. No trembling. No righteous indignation. Not even

ed, my voice as flat and le

He scowled. "Don't push your luck. You know damn well the federal health ce

Your me

and pulled out a sleek, temperature-contro

ic

vet lay a single glass ampoule, swirling

elief from the creeping rust, dilated his pupils to pitch-

outh tilted into a

ront of him, I s

as

loafers, shattering violently. The priceless silver fluid bloomed into a fine m

. The bass thumping through

his feet as a suffocating wave of Alpha dominance-heavy with the suffocating tang of sco

o drop common wolves to thei

bbed him by the knot of his de

art. My gaze bored into

k I didn't know about the debt-equity agreement Croft Enterprises signed for this restructuring? The second to

tapped the swollen, slate-gray vein

ur facial nerves will collapse, and you'll be convulsing like a rabid stray on live television during your own press conference." I leaned in closer, my wh

face. His hand rose trembling to his colla

ring in an ugly snarl. "You defective little mutt! You can't even

ac

choed like

and she crashed sideways into a tiered pyramid of champagne flutes. A glittering cascade of crystal and

ard, then skidded to a dead halt, c

swelling jaw, "and the Sinclair legal team begins a cross-border asset au

urmurs rippled throug

sn't she the pa

to tomorrow... and she completely

Dorian shifts out of control during the

crest pinned to my lapel-the heirloom sealing our families

The ice

my coat swirling around me like a shroud. "If you want compen

shed open the heavy acoustic doors, a

e blood from my brow. Stepping to the curb

asked, eyeing the cut on my f

c Specialist Hospital

rn vinyl seat, exhaling

ssel, I had felt it-a strange, subterranean surge of heat thrumming deep within the marrow of my bones. M

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