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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

I never expected Ken to be so persistent. Every morning when I opened my door, I'd find rare herbs and fresh kills waiting on the doorstep.


These were all Ken's handiwork. He believed that as long as Ryker and I weren't truly mated, he still had a chance.


"Give me one more opportunity to win your heart." Ryker picked up the note Ken had left and coldly tore it to shreds.


From that moment on, Ken was blacklisted from the penthouse, unable to set foot in the building again. But he found other ways to express his affection.


As night fell, Ken would howl outside my window, a lonely, mournful sound, declaring his love for all to hear.


I felt as if Ken had become a different person. It was hard to connect this version of him with the cold image I remembered.


This belated passion meant nothing to me. Why was he even bothering?


Without a backward glance, I pulled the curtains shut, blocking out his cries and the sound that echoed through the city.


Chapter 8