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Becoming The Wolf King's Fated Mate By Chance

"You are nothing but a pathetic, weak omega. What makes you think I would choose you to be my mate? You know what, I might as well put you in your place... I, Damien Trax, reject you, Shannon Clark, as my fated mate. I advise you to get the fuck out of here before I have the guards throw you out." Damien's words leave me breathless, and at that moment, something in me breaks. *** Rejected and betrayed by her mate and sister, Shannon believes things couldn't get any worse until she returns to her pack and is faced with an even more cruel fate–her parents had just sold her off to some men. When she yells her father's name for help, he tells her to her face that she's useless and worthless to the pack and he has no choice but to sell her off. And just like that, Shannon's world shatters. She is sold into a brothel to be a hooker. Soon, she has no choice but to accept her fate. But everything changes all of a sudden when she comes in contact with the ruthless Wolf King of the famous Shadowmoon pack; Evan Quinn. What happens when he offers to buy her off as his breeder and take her to his pack? Will her life get any better or is she on her way to her doom?
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Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

📍Shannon📍

I stared at the boss, my heart pounding in my chest. Every nerve in my body screamed for him to say no. To refuse this deal. To keep me here-anywhere but not with this man.

The stranger's offer hung in the air like a heavy storm. A breeder. He wanted me to be his breeder. My stomach twisted at the word.

Minutes ago, I had fought like hell against the guards dragging me into this building. But now, I would rather stay here, in this hellhole, than go with him. Because I knew-deep in my bones-I wouldn't survive him.

The man standing before me was powerful, dangerous. His presence alone sucked the air from the building. His sharp gaze pinned me down like a prey. There was something in his stance, in his voice-possessive, ruthless. Going with him meant writing my death wish with my own hands.

"So, what do you say, Mr. Manager?" The man's voice was calm, but beneath it, there was something darker. A warning. A demand.

The boss hesitated, his lips pressing together. Then, to my horror, he offered a tight smile and stretched out his hand. "I guess we have a deal, my king."

The floor beneath me might as well have shattered. My entire body went rigid.

What?

This can't be.

He had claimed me just minutes ago. He wasn't supposed to give in so easily. He was supposed to fight for me, to refuse. Instead, he gave in without so much as a second thought.

Why? What was it about this man that made people bend to his will? Even the boss-who was speaking with so much authority minutes ago -looked terrified.

The man moved towards me, his pace slow and calculated. "That was quick." He reached for me, but I pulled back, shoving his hand away.

"Don't you dare touch me!" My voice rang out, fierce and unwavering, shocking even myself. "I am not going to be anyone's breeder. Especially not for some stranger."

He laughed. A deep, mocking sound that sent a chill running down my spine.

The boss, however, was furious. His face twisted in rage as he faced me. "Did I just hear you turn down the king's offer?"

I didn't flinch. Didn't move. I had been tossed around like a pawn for too long. I was done being weak.

Before I could react, strong hands grabbed me from behind. I thrashed and kicked, but it was useless. They were too strong. I was hauled toward a sleek black car waiting at the entrance.

Through the tinted glass, I caught sight of them-shaking hands and laughing with so much excitement. My chest tightened. I had been traded. Again.

First, my parents had sold me. Then the boss. And now, I belong to this man.

Tears burned my eyes. Was this my fate? A never-ending cycle of being passed from one monster to another?

The door swung open and he slid in beside me, his face unreadable. The air in the car grew thick, suffocating.

"Drive," he ordered, his voice cold.

The car roared to life, speeding down the road. I sat frozen, my body trembling. I shot a quick glance at him. His face was blank, his gaze locked ahead. But there was something in his eyes-something I couldn't quite name.

Minutes passed in suffocating silence before the car finally came to a stop.

The door opened, and he stepped out. Instantly, his guards were on me, pulling me out of the car. My arms ached from their iron grip.

"Greetings, King Evan."

A soft voice pulled me from my daze. A woman who seemed to be in her mid-twenties, bowed before him, her posture submissive.

I blinked.

Evan?

That was his name? A name that sounded so... normal. Almost gentle. It didn't match him at all. He was anything but gentle.

Who was he? And why did everyone fear him like he was a god?

He barely acknowledged the woman, his expression as cold as ever. And that's when it hit me.

It wasn't just me. He didn't care about anyone.

A chill ran down my spine. Was this why the boss had handed me over so easily? Was this why no one dared to oppose him?

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't save me.

But this man wasn't done yet. He turned to his guards, and his next words left me completely breathless.

"Get her into the guestroom and have the maids prepare her for tonight."

My breath seized.

Tonight? What does that even mean?

An unsettling fear gnawed at me but before I could process his words, his guards were already on me, grabbing me tight as they led me into a strange room.

Some women were already there, waiting. The moment the guards threw me in, they approached me, their faces warm with smiles.

"We have been ordered to get you prepared, milady."

The words landed like a slap. My pulse quickened.

So it's really not a joke.

I pulled away from their grip, resisting every attempt they made to force me into the bathroom.

"I can do it myself." I said, my voice shaky now. The women exchanged glances with themselves, smiling in a quite suspicious manner.

They shook their heads, their faces defiant. "I'm sorry, but we were strictly ordered not to let you do anything. We need to take care of you so you don't feel fatigued from what you'll be doing tonight."

"And what's that?" I inquired, becoming increasingly fascinated.

They become silent again. I nod and let them do their thing.

They assisted me in showering, and when we returned to the bedroom, they brushed my hair and prepared a nightgown for me to wear. It's a thin, see-through white lace nightgown.

When I put it on, it fitted wonderfully around my curvaceous shape, leaving little to the imagination.

I really want to ask them why I am dressed like this and why I have so many rose petals in my bath. What are they preparing me for?

But before I could get an opportunity to ask them anything, they were already gone.

Just suddenly, the door burst open once again, bringing with it an overwhelming atmosphere.

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