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At eighteen, I initiated a mate bond with my stepbrother, Adrian.
Three years later, he announced an arranged marriage. I faked my death and fled, and he searched for me for three agonizing years to no avail.
After we got back together, all the werewolves envied me for having such a devoted Alpha.
Until the day of the hurricane, when I saw a video of him desperately shielding the she-wolf by his side.
I rushed to the hospital to visit, only to overhear him on the phone with a friend:
"Don't tell Rebecca I'm hurt. She'll worry."
"Rebecca is different from Cynthia. Cynthia is utterly shameless; she was the one who took the initiative to seduce me at eighteen."
Ten years, only to be called shameless by him.
When I was about to leave with the miscarriage report in hand, he regretted it.
"Cynthia, where else do you think you can run?"

My Alpha Called Me Shameless

The sounds from the rooftop grew rougher.


They were even accompanied by the sound of a woman's breathless moans.


Rage and blood rushed to my head, and a sharp pain suddenly shot through my abdomen, so intense that I couldn't even stand.


Just as I was about to collapse, a nurse appeared at my side and caught me. "Luna, what's wrong?"


I was sweating profusely from the pain. "My stomach hurts so much..."


"I'll get a doctor right now! Don't be scared!"


As she shouted for a doctor, Adrian was startled and rushed over. "Cynthia! What's happened to you?"


Looking at his hastily straightened clothes, the ache in my heart overwhelmed the pain in my stomach.


He bent down, swept me into his arms, and carried me back to my room, just as the doctor arrived.


After an examination, the pain in my abdomen gradually subsided. The ordeal had been so painful it drained all my strength, and I drifted into a drowsy sleep.


Chapter 4