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Ken's father was the Rosemoon pack's Beta. He sacrificed himself protecting my father, the Alpha, during an accident.
My father, consumed by gratitude, took Ken into our pack’s main family. He also revealed that the fates had destined Ken and me as mates.
I also felt indebted, and tried everything to win Ken's affection, almost to the point of fawning over him.
However, Ken always treated me with cold indifference, barely acknowledging my existence.
One evening, I was preparing a business plan to compete for a Sequoia Capital internship, he suddenly came to see me and asked about my core strategy.
I thought he had finally warmed up to our bond and excitedly shared all the details of my plan with him.
One week later, I discovered that his Omega sweetheart, Elise, had stolen my plan and submitted it as her own for the competition.
She ended up securing the only internship position and became the campus sensation.
Heartbroken, I confronted Ken about why he had extracted my ideas to help Elise.
He replied with utter indifference, "You're the Alpha's daughter, you lack for nothing. She's just an Omega with only this one opportunity."

When My Rival Became My Knight

Several weeks later, while Ryker and I were busy preparing our applications for the MIT joint training program, Ken suddenly called me from an unfamiliar number.


"It's the anniversary of my father's death today. Would you come with me to pay respects to him?" Ken asked cautiously.


In previous years, I had always accompanied him to the pack cemetery on this day. But this year, I refused without a second thought: "I will go to mourn your father, but I won't go with you. I don't want to have any contact with you anymore."


Ken hung up the phone, dejected. He had hoped to find an excuse to see me one more time, but I had completely rejected him.


As he entered the cemetery with a gloomy expression, a figure burst out from the bushes on a nearby hill, lunging at him with a gleaming dagger.


"If I can't have it, neither will you!" Elise screamed maniacally.


Ken instinctively raised his arm to block, but the silver-dipped blade still sliced deep into the tendon of his thigh.


Chapter 10