The Alpha Lost His Pack After Sleeping With His Secretary

Someone scoffed. "What, calling for backup?"

The crowd jeered. "Backup? In Shalandra Town? Who's got more pull than the Holloways?"

Brooke pinched my arm, hard. "Still playing tough, huh? In those rags, who do you think you're calling?"

I ignored the pain, raising the stakes. "Ten million for whoever makes that call!"

Before I could finish, Brooke's hand cracked across my face, sending my head spinning. I spat out a bloody tooth. "Keep pretending! You're not worth a grand if we sold you!"

"Strip her!" she barked.

Tank and his goons leered, tearing at my clothes. Someone even started a live stream, crowing about showing the world what happens to a "side piece." Just as my dress began to rip, a Maybach rolled up to the territory gate.

A refined, cool voice cut through the chaos, tinged with exasperation. "Didn't I say to keep this quiet?"

Jason stepped out, leaning against the car door, his slight frown silencing the crowd. Brooke sidled up to him, clinging to his sleeve with a pout. "Jason, this she-wolf's disgusting, slandering you in front of everyone! I'm only doing this for you!"

His expression softened, and he patted her head indulgently. "Always such a firecracker. You know I'll clean up any mess you make, don't you?"

His doting tone hit me like a sledgehammer. I used to be the untamed one, the she-wolf who could do no wrong in his eyes. Back then, Jason would step in to fix anything for me. He'd once declared to the whole pack, "Anyone messes with you, hit back. I'd like to see who dares touch you."

In Shalandra Town, crossing the iron-fisted Jason was one thing, but crossing the Whitman pack's daughter? That was a death sentence. Yet here he was, lavishing that same fierce devotion on another she-wolf. My heart turned to ash, my last thread of hope for him severed.

Jason glanced at me, frowning slightly. "This is the crazy she-wolf you mentioned?"

My face was battered beyond recognition, my clothes filthy and torn. He didn't even know it was me. When he lingered a second too long, Brooke pounced, stealing his attention. "That's her! I was about to stream it, let everyone see what happens to a side piece like her!"

Jason looked away, nodding. "Let someone else handle it. Don't get your paws dirty."

Brooke beamed, wrapping herself around him. "This vixen had the nerve to claim she's your mate!"

His aura turned icy. "Claire is my true mate. Anyone who dares tarnish her name is asking for death."

His rage sent a twisted flicker across Brooke's face, but she quickly changed the subject. "Just talking nonsense. Come on, let's go home-you promised to cook for me!"

She shot a look at the goons, who surged forward, clawing at my clothes again. I thrashed, my voice hoarse with desperate cries for help. Jason, arm around Brooke's waist, didn't spare me a glance as they passed.

I touched my slightly swollen belly, tears of regret spilling over. I'm so sorry, pup. I failed you, choosing a heartless wolf like him for your father. Maybe it's better you never see this world.

As my dress tore with a loud rip, a sleek convoy of cars roared up to the gate, commanding attention. The crowd gasped.

"Who's this? Rolling in bigger than the Holloways!"

"That Rolls-Royce color-only one in the whole pack's territory! And that plate? Money can't buy that kind of status!"

Jason froze, his face paling. He let go of Brooke and strode forward. "What are you doing here-"

Crack! A sharp slap landed on his cheek, and the crowd fell dead silent.