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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

But I had to hand it to Richard for his determination; he was still kneeling when I finally walked out.


When I stepped outside, the employees watched the drama unfold from a respectful distance.


The moment Richard saw me, his eyes lit up, and he quickly crawled over.


I looked down at him as he groveled, clinging to my pant leg like a pathetic dog.


"Irene, I truly know I was wrong. The company is yours, just take it. I'll never defy you again."


"From now on, if you tell me to go east, I'll never go west. Please, I'm begging you, let me come home. Let me be by your side, okay? We're fated mates!"


Without a shred of hesitation, I sneered, tearing right through his pathetic act.


"You're only groveling because you know I control the Blackwood Group. Because the pack has rejected you, and you have nowhere else to go. That's the only reason you're here."


"If you were still the Alpha, you would've kicked me aside without a second thought, wouldn't you?"


Chapter 11