My Mate Pretended He Was Not the Alpha
My daughter was born with silver poisoning in her blood—passed down from me—which made it hard for her to sense her wolf, and even harder for her to shift. I worked tirelessly, taking on every job I could, to earn enough money to find a cure for her.
One night during a late shift, I saw her.
My daughter, dressed like a princess in an elegant, Silverlight-woven gown, sat at a table in a high-end restaurant. With her was my mate—supposedly bedridden and paralyzed—wearing a tailored haute couture suit.
Across the table sat the famous she-wolf of our pack, the daughter of a respected elder.
They had ordered a lavish dinner, the bill totaling over $500,000.
After the meal, I overheard my mate ask
Bab Populer