Three Pearls, Three Wishes, One Alpha's Fatal Betrayal - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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My eyes stung with tears, but I looked up and forced them back.
From inside the manor came Thorne's voice, thick with desire.
"My kitten, once I catch you, I'm going to devour every inch of you."
Through the crack in the door, I saw Thorne blindfolded, hands outstretched as he searched for Amaris in some twisted game.
Amaris laughed with cruel amusement, her voice dripping with mockery.
"Luna, if you want a turn, I could let you have him once."
"Though Thorne says he has no desire for you anymore, he's blindfolded now. He probably wouldn't notice if we switched places."
Swallowing my revulsion, I replied coldly, "No thanks. I don’t touch filth.”
I spent the night at a nearby inn alone.
The next morning, a video exploded across social media.
"SHOCKING! Billionaire Alpha's Incredible Stamina—Makes Love With His Mate All Night Long!"
From the drone’s view, Thorne had Amaris pinned against the top-floor floor-to-ceiling windows, their silhouettes tangled in a rhythm too obscene to describe—his back tensing with every thrust, her moans seeping through the night air.
The comments section was practically flooded.
Everyone assumed the female in the video was me.
Then the Moon Artisans Institute's director called, furious that I had not only disrespect the awards ceremony but engaged in such public indecency.
Pack members were swarming the institute demanding my dismissal—because of chaotic sex life
When I rushed there, only to be greeted by walls plastered with intimate photos of "me" and Thorne.
In every single image, "I" was naked while Thorne's face remained mysteriously hidden.
The internet unanimously declared me a depraved woman who serviced different men nightly, unfit for academic research.
To quell the public outrage, the institute had no choice but to suspend me.
But the director trusted me, staking his personal reputation as collateral while I gathered evidence for a press conference to clear my name.
I stumbled through the institute gates in a daze.
A car suddenly came racing straight toward me.
It hit me in an instant—I was airborne, agony exploding through every bone in my body as I crashed to the pavement.
Amaris stepped out of the driver's seat, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips.
"You bitch, still want to clear your name? Die with your fucking shame intact."
The next second, she dropped to her knees in feigned panic.
"I'm so sorry, Liora! I just got my license, and I was so terrified of losing Thorne that I got distracted. Please forgive me!”
Thorne came running, but instead of checking on me, he rushed to embrace Amaris.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Only after comforting her tears did he glance at me.
"Amaris loves me too much—that's all. Besides, she's injured too. Just let it go.”
"If you promise not to involve the pack authorities, I’ll agree to rebond with you.”
I collapsed to the ground like discarded trash, blood spilling from my lips.
"Why the hell should I let it go? Thorne Nightfang, let’s break the mate bond—for real this time."
"I, Liora Moonveil, reject you, Thorne Nightfang as my mate!”
From inside the manor came Thorne's voice, thick with desire.
"My kitten, once I catch you, I'm going to devour every inch of you."
Through the crack in the door, I saw Thorne blindfolded, hands outstretched as he searched for Amaris in some twisted game.
Amaris laughed with cruel amusement, her voice dripping with mockery.
"Luna, if you want a turn, I could let you have him once."
"Though Thorne says he has no desire for you anymore, he's blindfolded now. He probably wouldn't notice if we switched places."
Swallowing my revulsion, I replied coldly, "No thanks. I don’t touch filth.”
I spent the night at a nearby inn alone.
The next morning, a video exploded across social media.
"SHOCKING! Billionaire Alpha's Incredible Stamina—Makes Love With His Mate All Night Long!"
From the drone’s view, Thorne had Amaris pinned against the top-floor floor-to-ceiling windows, their silhouettes tangled in a rhythm too obscene to describe—his back tensing with every thrust, her moans seeping through the night air.
The comments section was practically flooded.
Everyone assumed the female in the video was me.
Then the Moon Artisans Institute's director called, furious that I had not only disrespect the awards ceremony but engaged in such public indecency.
Pack members were swarming the institute demanding my dismissal—because of chaotic sex life
When I rushed there, only to be greeted by walls plastered with intimate photos of "me" and Thorne.
In every single image, "I" was naked while Thorne's face remained mysteriously hidden.
The internet unanimously declared me a depraved woman who serviced different men nightly, unfit for academic research.
To quell the public outrage, the institute had no choice but to suspend me.
But the director trusted me, staking his personal reputation as collateral while I gathered evidence for a press conference to clear my name.
I stumbled through the institute gates in a daze.
A car suddenly came racing straight toward me.
It hit me in an instant—I was airborne, agony exploding through every bone in my body as I crashed to the pavement.
Amaris stepped out of the driver's seat, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips.
"You bitch, still want to clear your name? Die with your fucking shame intact."
The next second, she dropped to her knees in feigned panic.
"I'm so sorry, Liora! I just got my license, and I was so terrified of losing Thorne that I got distracted. Please forgive me!”
Thorne came running, but instead of checking on me, he rushed to embrace Amaris.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Only after comforting her tears did he glance at me.
"Amaris loves me too much—that's all. Besides, she's injured too. Just let it go.”
"If you promise not to involve the pack authorities, I’ll agree to rebond with you.”
I collapsed to the ground like discarded trash, blood spilling from my lips.
"Why the hell should I let it go? Thorne Nightfang, let’s break the mate bond—for real this time."
"I, Liora Moonveil, reject you, Thorne Nightfang as my mate!”
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