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"No, no, you can't do this to me!" Mechelle looked at the man who suddenly appeared in his room with horror, instinctively stepping back. 
Overnight, Mechelle's small pack was scattered by the rogue, and unwillingly, Mechelle became the second wife of the pack elder. Before she could mourn the double death of her parents, she was forcibly claimed by the mysterious man. 
The next day, the sex video placed on the bed plunged Mechelle into hell. 
The nightmare wasn't over yet. Mechelle found herself unexpectedly pregnant and, holding the pregnancy report, she went to confront him, only to receive his contemptuous mockery: "Are you really sure the child in your belly is mine?"
A loveless encounter, tinged with even hatred— who hurt whom in the end? He thought he was in control, but little did he know he had long lost his heart. 
And Mechelle, with a shattered heart, threw herself into the sea before him. 
Years later, when they meet again, countless men admire Mechelle. 
At an elegant dinner prepared lovingly by her lover, he is but a guest. Mechelle gracefully walks before him, smiling lightly, "Mr. Duncan, it's been years, I hope you've been well!" 
He wickedly curls his lips, "Darling, I've sent a gift to your fiancé. I'm sure he'll like it."

Sinful seduction:An Alpha's Temptation

We drank a lot, but I didn't feel even a bit tipsy. Watching as the night grew older in the bar, more people began to fill the space. Women, graceful and alluring, weaved through the crowd, their eyes occasionally landing on different men. The men reciprocated, exchanging jokes in low voices, their bodies close to the women's. I surveyed everything with cold eyes; nothing had changed. It felt just like the times when I used to sing here.

In the dim, ambiguous light, unfamiliar faces flitted past me.

We sat in a corner, not attracting much attention. Compared to our previous drinking spree, we had quieted down. We were used to places like this—fleeting encounters.

"Can I buy you ladies a drink?" A middle-aged man with a receding hairline approached us, holding a bottle of XO, his smile oozing what he thought was charm.

Chapter 86-Harrison