Chapter 3

Chris looked at me with pure mockery.

"You used to act so pure, saying we had to wait until marriage. Now, just for money, you're willing to make up lies about being with my dad?"

"If I release this video to the public, everyone will know you're just a social climber who will do anything to get to the top!"

I clenched my fists.

"Chris, Alpha George has already marked me. If you can't smell his scent on me, that's your own nose's problem."

"Marked?"

"I'll mind-link my dad right now and see if he even knows his so-called 'mate'!"

Fueled by confidence, Chris raised his hand to initiate the mind link.

I stepped forward to stop him, not wanting him to cause a scene, but Chris thought I was scared.

"If you don't want me to call Dad, it's simple."

"I'm a sentimental guy. Submit to me today, and it'll be a lot better than continuing this pathetic act."

I shoved him away with all my strength, snarling.

"Get off me! Chris, you will regret this!"

Chris sneered, stepping even closer, his eyes dark with lust.

"Regret? I only regret not realizing how fake your innocence was sooner!"

Before I could strike him, the heavy doors of the meeting hall were slammed open. Rachel rushed in with a crowd of Pack members, her face deathly pale.

"Oh my god! Alpha George... Alpha George collapsed in his office!"

"Collapsed?"

Chris’s eyes lit up. He shoved me aside and shouted to the crowd.

"Susan! You came to the Pack to cause trouble, and you literally shocked my dad into a collapse!"

Hearing this, Rachel triumphantly held up her phone. The screen showed a video of me and Alpha George "arguing," followed by Alpha George clutching his chest and falling to the floor.

She raised the phone high, her voice screeching.

"Susan forced Alpha George to give her a title! She knew he was weak from the poison, yet she deliberately provoked him! Now he's unconscious! She's a murderer!"

The crowd erupted into furious whispers. Even Beta Tom looked at me with a frown, his eyes wavering.

"How could she be so heartless?!"

"To harm the Alpha just for money? She has no shame!"

Looking at the two liars in front of me, I suddenly felt incredibly calm. Chris never believed I had married his father; he was just using this opportunity to force me to submit to him.

I was worried about George's safety and wanted to leave, but Chris grabbed my collar and dragged me into the office.

"Susan, I still care about you. If you agree to be my side-mate, I won't press charges about my father... anyway, your lie about being 'Alpha George's mate' is over."

*Slap!*

The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the room.

Chris clutched his burning cheek, his eyes turning wild with rage. He pinned me brutally against the wall.

"You dare hit me? Still claiming you married my dad? Let me tell you, even if my dad dies, he would never claim a trashy woman like you!"

With a harsh rip, Chris tore the collar of my shirt.

The next second, a small, sobbing voice rang out.

The back door of the office was pushed open.

Three-year-old Andy ran in, crying. He hugged my leg, his tiny hands desperately trying to push Chris away.

"Bad guy! Let go of my mommy!"

It was Andy! I had dropped him off at the Pack daycare this morning. How did he get here?

Chris's hands froze. He looked down at Andy, his face twisting with disgust, and kicked the toddler's leg.

"Where did this little brat come from? How dare you interfere!"

"Waaah!" Andy cried out in pain, but he refused to let go of my pants, sobbing.

"I'm not a brat... I'm Daddy’s pup... You can't hurt Mommy!"

"Daddy?" Chris laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He grabbed Andy by his collar, lifting the boy up to his eye level, and sneered at me.

"Susan, you're really something, aren't you? Since you couldn't climb into the Ironclaw Pack, you brought a bastard here to scam us?"

"Are you going to tell me this kid is my dad's son, too?"

I sobbed, desperately trying to shield Andy.

Chris's eyes burned with a vicious fire.

"Since you dare to lie to me, I'll ruin this little brat today!"

He raised his hand, aiming a heavy blow right at Andy’s face!

"Don't touch my son!"

I fought like a wild animal, my nails clawing deep into Chris's arms. Tears of rage and terror streamed down my face.

"Chris! Andy is Alpha George's biological son!"

"If you touch a single hair on his head, Alpha George will tear you apart!"

Chris winced in pain from my scratches. He grabbed my neck and roared.

"Biological son? Susan, you brought a bastard to play a part, have you no shame?!"

"You didn't want to marry me, right? Fine. Today, I’ll not only ruin your reputation, but I’ll also make sure this brat—"

"You piece of trash! Touch my wife again, and I will rip your throat out!"

The heavy wooden door of the office was kicked open with a thunderous crash!

Alpha George, dressed in a sharp, pristine suit, stormed into the room.

Chris's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

"Dad...? How are you here? Weren't you unconscious?"

Rachel trembled, taking a step back.

"Impossible... I saw you collapse with my own eyes..."

Alpha George gently took Andy from my arms, holding him close, while pulling me protectively behind his back.

He stared at the red marks on my neck, then down at the bruise on Andy’s little leg. His voice was freezing cold.

"You called Andy a brat? And you dared to lay your hands on them?"