The Alpha Became A Beggar After Putting Me To Cell
A lycan named Emily, terminally ill with LAS, endures six years of brutal torture in a private cell after being falsely accused of killing Damian's sister, Kathleen.
Once lovers, Damian spurns her, believing the lies, and subjects her to cruelty, unaware she shielded his sister's secret-Kathleen died by her own choice .
When Damian uncovers the truth,he crumbles. Stripped of his pack, fortune, and purpose, he becomes a crippled beggar by the shore.
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Chapter 4
"Sorry, Damian, didn't mean this rogue to sour your hunt. We'll drag her to the outskirts!"
one of the wolves snarled, his tone laced with the snappish deference of a lower-ranked pack member as he lunged.
Before I could flinch, he seized a fistful of my hair, yanking so hard my skull felt ready to split.
"You mangy thief! Swiped pack funds and thought you could slink off? Your kind doesn't get to run!" he roared, fangs flashing in a wolfish snarl.
I yelped, a sound half-human, half-wolf, as pain lanced through my scalp.
I stumbled backward, hitting the ground hard enough to rattle my ribs, my arm scraping across the rough pavement-blood welling, hot and metallic.
"Let me go! That's my blood money!"
I shouted, voice cracking into a whimper.
"Pfft! You, with pack coin like that? Don't make me howl!" he spat.
I tried to twist away, but he clamped a hand on the back of my neck, thumb digging into the pressure point. It was My body locked up, trembling so hard my vision blurred.
That grip, that claim. it mirrored the hold the orderlies used before jabbing me with wolfsbane serum in the hospital.
My lycanthropic nerves had learned to kneel, conditioned to shut down at the first sign of subjugation.
The wolf, nostrils flaring at my submissive stillness, began hauling me off by the scruf,like he'd snared a weak fawn.
The thought of returning to that cage-those iron-barred walls reeking of wolfsbane, the endless jolts of silver-infused electricity-sent a whimper bubbling up.
My eyes glazed over, body going slack as a pup who'd given up, my wolf spirit retreating into a hollow corner.
"Enough."
Damian's voice sliced through the air.
Damian fished a leather pouch from his coat and flicked it-coins clinking like a dismissive growl.
"Take the tribute and scurry. Don't soil Wolfe land with your stench."
Before I could catch my breath, Damian's grip closed around my wrist, yanking me into the pack office building. My chest screamed with pain from my broken ribs, my head spinning as he shoved me against a wall. His presence loomed over me, dangerous and suffocating.
"Emily," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "All these years, and you're living like some mangy stray?"
My heart felt like it'd been stabbed, the pain sharp and immediate. His words came slow, deliberate, each one a blade. "This. Is. Your. Reckoning."
Those hate-filled eyes bored into me, and for a split second, I ached to howl the truth.
But I clamped my jaws shut. I'd sworn to Kathleen, vowed to let her cross to the afterlife with a pure spirit.
Six years ago, under a blood-red moon, Kathleen and I were taken-thrown into a den of rogue wolves.
She'd planted herself in front of me, and let them drag her off instead.
When I found her again, her legs were shattered , her face marred beyond recognition.
I lit the den ablaze, the flames devouring their foul scents, and hoisted her onto my back, ready to flee into the woods.
But at the last moment, she caught my wrist, her scarred fingers trembling-wolf tears glistening in her eyes.
"Emily, get out. Live well." she'd whispered.
"I want to stay clean in the eyes of my mate, my brother."
She pushed me out and let the flames take her.
Kathleen wanted to stay pure.
Damian, the pack's golden wolf, deserved to stay pure too. I'd been through the filth of that place, marked by it. I wasn't fit to be his mate anymore. One of us being tainted was enough.
So when Damian found me, eyes red with grief, clutching me and begging, "Emily, where's Kathleen? Why didn't she make it out?"
I forced a smile, tears flooding my face.
"She's dead. They said only one of us could carry the pack's light. I chose to survive, so she had to fade."
I'll never forget the snarl that ripped from his throat-shock sharpening his canine.
Kathleen's mate, his wolfish fury unchecked, backhanded me so hard my head snapped, the taste of copper bursting on my tongue.
Damian's hands locked onto my shoulders,his grip a punishment, a plea, a storm all at once.
"Emily, tell me the truth! Let your wolf spirit howl it's a lie!"
But I gave him nothing. Just silence.
The Wolfe pack wanted me dead. Damian locked himself away for three days and nights, then handed me a one-way ticket out of the pack's lands. His voice was raw with hate as he said, "Never show your face to me again."
He asked his rich pup friend to make sure I left. What he didn't know was that his friend, to "avenge" him, locked me in a cell for Six years.
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7.5
While packing up her cheating ex-boyfriend's belongings, Giselle found an encrypted black smartphone hidden beneath his old textbooks.
Curiosity made her guess the passcode, only to uncover a horrifying secret.
Her ex had been using stolen lingerie photos of her beautiful roommate to catfish a man named "Oero" out of $1.5 million.
And Oero wasn't just a gullible sugar daddy. He was Dereck Campos, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire known for making his enemies permanently disappear.
The phone suddenly buzzed in her hand with a terrifying message.
"Don't be late. You know what happens when I'm kept waiting."
Giselle's blood ran cold. The lethal trap had snapped shut.
If she showed up, Dereck would see she wasn't the blonde in the photos and kill her.
If she ignored him, his private security would hunt her down anyway.
Her ex had drained the offshore accounts and fled, leaving her as the ultimate scapegoat to face a monster's wrath.
She was just a broke engineering student on a full scholarship.
She hadn't taken a single cent of that dirty money. Why should she pay with her life for a deadly scam she knew nothing about?
But Giselle wasn't going to just curl up and wait to die.
Her analytical mind kicked into overdrive. She sent him a voice note faking a severe illness, and deliberately refused his massive cash transfer to play the proud victim.
She was going to outsmart the most dangerous predator in New York, one calculated lie at a time.
9.3
The first sign I was going to die wasn't the blizzard. It wasn't the bone-deep cold. It was the look in my fiancé's eyes when he told me he had given my life's work-our only guarantee of survival-to another woman.
"Kelsi was freezing," he said, as if I were being unreasonable. "You're the expert, you can handle it."
He then took my satellite phone, shoved me into a hastily dug snow pit, and left me to die.
His new girlfriend, Kelsi, appeared, wrapped snugly in my shimmering smart blanket. She smiled as she used my own ice axe to slash my suit, my last layer of protection against the storm.
"Stop being so dramatic," he told me, his voice full of contempt as I lay there freezing to death.
They thought they had taken everything. They thought they had won.
But they didn't know about the secret emergency beacon I had stitched into my sleeve. And with my last ounce of strength, I activated it.
9.8
My fiancé, Jameson Blair, married my twin sister today. For five years, I was a placeholder, a substitute for the woman he truly wanted, and I pretended not to know.
Today, she came back with a story of terminal cancer and a dying wish to marry him. It was a perfect lie, and he chose to believe it, shattering my world with three simple words: "She's Haleigh."
They left me on the sidewalk, an outcast from my own blood. My brothers, who once promised to protect me, celebrated the woman who broke me. They moved my things to a guest room, making space for their prodigal sister. That night, Haleigh gave me a "welcome home" gift—a box with a brown recluse spider inside.
As the venom coursed through me, my family rushed to her side, calling my agony "a little spider bite." They left me convulsing on the floor. Later, they whipped me for a crime I didn't commit, hung me off a cliff, and left me for dead.
My body is a roadmap of their love. Each scar, each broken bone, is a testament to their betrayal. They believed her lies, but their real crime was never truly seeing me.
As I clung to that cliff, bleeding and broken, a single thought consumed me: Isabella Douglas died here tonight. Now, Isabella Hale would be born from the ashes.
7.9
Owen, the wealthy heir once said to be on his last legs, spent a fortune to marry Anna, a girl thought to lack wits.
Their social circle loved to joke that the pair made the "perfect" couple.
After the wedding, however, Owen's health quickly returned, and Anna shattered every rumor about her being simple-minded.
A powerful figure fiercely protected her, and a hacker group called her boss. The design world looked up to her, and assassins followed her word. Even the business world saw her as a force to be reckoned with.
They only realized then, Anna was no ordinary woman, and Owen truly adored her with all his heart forever.
Owen wrapped her in his arms, his gaze so tender it felt almost unbearable. "I've known all along. I chose to be the sword in your hand."
As her façade crumbled, Anna confessed, "I'm sorry for using you."
8.8
My father bailed a violent ex-con out of prison just to force me into a marriage with him. I stood in a filthy Bronx hallway, my Vera Wang gown dragging through the grime, knowing this was the price for my mother’s life. If I didn't marry the man behind the steel door, the wire transfer for her hospital ventilator wouldn't go through the next morning.
The man, a scarred giant named Dock, treated me with cold contempt, telling me he didn't touch things he didn't want—and he didn't want a "Jacobson." I thought I had hit rock bottom, tied to a criminal while my family lived in luxury. But the nightmare was just beginning.
When I tried to return my wedding dress to pay for rent, my sister Janie and stepmother found me. They laughed as security dragged me out of the boutique, calling me a "charity case." When I finally crawled back to our family manor to beg for the money my father had promised, Janie revealed the horrific truth. She had liquidated my mother’s medical trust to fund a waterfront real estate project.
"Get out and let your mother rot," she screamed, throwing a glass of ice water in my face before having guards dump me in the dirt. I knelt on the gravel, wet and bleeding, realizing my own flesh and blood had signed my mother's death warrant for a profit. I had nothing left—no money, no home, and a husband who was supposed to be a monster.
I didn't understand why they hated me so much, or how I would survive the night. But then, a black car screeched to a halt in front of me. Dock pulled me inside, his eyes burning with a lethal coldness I’d never seen in a common thug.
As he wiped the blood from my hands, he picked up a encrypted phone and gave a single command.
"Initiate Project Titan. I want the Jacobson Group insolvent by Friday."
I looked at the man I thought was a broke felon, realizing I hadn't just married a stranger—I had married the most dangerous man in the city, and he was about to burn my family's world to the ground.
8.3
Three years ago, I destroyed the man I loved to save his life.
Now I'm crashing Adrien's engagement party because my brother is missing, and my ex-husband is the only one with the power to find him. Adrien moved on and built a safe life with a woman who won't shatter his heart the way I did. His fiancée makes it clear I'm not welcome.
She's right. I'm the wife who vanished without explanation, leaving only a note saying I "couldn't handle marriage."
But the truth is darker. I didn't leave because I stopped loving him. I left because someone threatened to kill him if I stayed. For three years, I've lived in hiding while my stalker pulled the strings of my life, using my terror to control me.
I thought my sacrifice kept Adrien safe.
I was dead wrong.
Now the monster from my past is escalating his twisted game, and Adrien is in more danger than ever. Forced back into each other's lives, we must uncover a conspiracy that goes deeper than either of us imagined. But working together means risking the one thing I swore I would never gamble with "his life".