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My mate, Alpha Richard, locked our she-pup inside a sealed antique cabinet.
Our asthmatic pup.
All because his adopted sister's pup was throwing a tantrum and needed a "doll" to amuse him.
"It's just a Ball-Jointed Doll in there," he sneered. "Can't you even tell your own pup from a doll?"
Then he walked next door to praise the boy. “You’re so much braver than my pup,” he cooed. “You’re my favorite.”
Later, at a fashion show, he let his sister steal the designs I made for our pup.
He called me a plagiarist to protect her.
I was about to shatter when a man burst through the doors.
In his hands was a funeral portrait of my pup.

The Alpha’s Empty Antique Cabinet

"Liam, what is the meaning of this? I am the Alpha of Blackwood. What do you, an outsider, think you're doing?"


Liam just raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.


"The future of a corporation rests on its leader. I simply wish to give the Blackwood Group a bright future."


"After all, my best friend built it from the ground up."


Monica's husband, Dylan, the former Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, had been Liam's best friend. They grew up together, battled side-by-side in the corporate world.


Before Dylan passed away, he entrusted Liam with full authority to manage all the shares in his name, as well as Nina's inheritance.


"To be honest, I warned Dylan long ago that he shouldn't leave the Blackwood Group to you. With your mediocre abilities, it would inevitably fall into decline. Richard, it's not that I'm looking down on you; it's because you've never been Dylan's equal in anything."


Chapter 9