Alpha's White Lie

When you rescued a stray wolf outside your office building and began cuddling with it every night as you drifted off to sleep... But ever since then, you've been waking up each morning finding yourself embarrassingly wet between your legs, with strange red marks all over your body, as if someone had intensely... Confused but concerned, you finally decided to make the wolf sleep outside your bedroom. A week later, your handsome, impossibly charming billionaire boss unexpectedly called you into his office and asked with a dead serious expression, "Can I please sleep with you again tonight?" ad.readinkapp.com

Fifteen years ago, I found him dying at the forest edge—a scruffy little wolf pup with trusting eyes. For 3 precious months, I stole food from the kitchen, nursed him back to health in an abandoned shed. He was my only friend in a life full of mom's drunk "uncles" and endless loneliness. Until that night. Mom's nastiest boyfriend found my secret. "Filthy beast," he slurred, kicking the pup's ribs before throwing him into the freezing river. The scar on my neck—from when I desperately tried to save Brownie, fingertips brushing his fur as the water swept him away. Now, cornered at the company dinner, our new CEO towers over me. His frame shadows mine, making every woman in the room steal glances. But those amber eyes lock on me alone, with dangerous, familiar focus. "This," he touches my neck scar, fingers surprisingly warm. "Tell me how you got it." I hold my breath. No one's ever asked about this secret. Then he leans close, hot breath against my ear: "I can still feel that river's bite, little master." The realization hits and my knees go weak. His mouth curves into a predator's smile, arm sliding possessively around my waist. "You saved a lost wolf," he rumbles low. "Now that wolf's grown into something no one dares touch—time to claim what's his." ad.readinkapp.com

For fifteen years, the same dream haunted me—a powerful brown wolf with piercing blue eyes. Since childhood, I'd hide in our crumbling attic, escaping Mom's parade of "customers" downstairs. My tear-stained diary became my sanctuary. My only companion was a wild wolf. I named him Brownie. When we relocated to the city, he vanished like smoke.Now at 28, running my own design agency, my body betrayed me the moment HE walked in. Alexder— billionaire tech mogul and potential client—during our business dinner, his familiar presence overwhelmed me. "Have we met before?" I asked, wine glass trembling in my hand. His blue eyes locked with mine. "You once had another name for me," he whispered, reaching across the table. "The little girl who wrote secrets in her attic has grown into something magnificent." My heart stopped. "Brownie?" ad.readinkapp.com

"Let me show you how to loosen up a little." His chilling words echoed in the locked kitchen. This was Vince, the man who just days ago cried on my shoulder at his grandmother's funeral. 😱💔 I thought his grief was a gentle signal for us to start over. But now, he pinned my hands above my head against the cold cupboards. The sweet, protective brother figure was completely gone, replaced by a monster. He yanked my shirt, sending buttons flying across the floor. Panic coursed through my veins as I thrashed wildly, my muffled screams swallowed by his forceful kiss. My safe haven had turned into a terrifying trap. I thought the assault was the worst thing he could do to me tonight. I didn't know that in just a few minutes, he would scream out my darkest, most disgusting family secret to the one person I couldn't afford to lose. ad.readinkapp.com

"Don't run, angel." The voice didn't belong to a human. It was a guttural, vibrating snarl that shook the very ground beneath my feet. "My instinct is to chase you." I stood frozen by the dying campfire, the cold night air biting at my trembling skin. Just moments ago, I was sitting across from Blake Cooper—my impossibly wealthy, incredibly polite billionaire boss. The man who had offered me his home, his protection, and even a fake marriage to save me from my ruined reputation. He was the perfect gentleman. The kind of man who made me coffee in the morning and treated me with the utmost respect. But the man was gone. It started with a tremor. Then, a sickening, wet crunch that sounded like a femur snapping in half. I had watched in paralyzed horror as Blake fell to the dirt, his expensive clothes ripping at the seams. The horrifying orchestra of breaking bones, tearing flesh, and agonizing groans filled the silent forest. His spine arched unnaturally, elongating as thick, midnight-black fur erupted from his skin. The terrifying transformation happened in a matter of seconds, yet it felt like an eternity of nightmares. The perfectly groomed CEO morphed into a monstrous, towering black wolf. He was massive—easily the size of a small car, with muscles that rippled under his dark coat. His claws dug deep into the soil, tearing up the earth. I couldn't breathe. My heart hammered wildly against my ribcage. I wanted to run. Every survival instinct screaming in my brain told me to turn and flee into the dark woods. But his warning echoed in my mind. *My instinct is to chase you.* The giant beast slowly turned its massive head toward me. Its eyes, once a comforting, beautiful blue, were now glowing, predatory pools of liquid gold. He let out a low, vibrating growl and took a slow, deliberate step toward me. He sniffed the air, taking in my scent, my fear, my pounding heartbeat. I was utterly defenseless. Yet, as the giant black wolf pressed his cold, wet nose against my trembling palm, a strange, impossible familiarity washed over me. The monster didn't want to hurt me. He wanted to claim me. ad.readinkapp.com

I found an injured wolf pup at the forest's edge, secretly feeding it for three months. Until that night, my mother's drunken guest discovered my secret, cruelly kicked the pup's ribs, and threw it into the river. I screamed helplessly. Fifteen years later, I was cornered by the new CEO at the company gala. Standing at six-foot-seven, he had every woman stealing glances, yet he focused only on me. "That scar on your neck—how did you get it?" he asked suddenly, fingers brushing my skin. I froze. It happened while trying to save Brownie. Nobody knew that story. He leaned down, lips grazing my ear: "I remember how cold the river was, little girl." I stared into his golden eyes, shocked. He smiled: "To find you, I became someone no one would dare hurt you around." His arm circled my waist: "You saved a wolf, and now that wolf is claiming you as his own." ad.readinkapp.com