His Defiant Contract Mate: The Undercover Alpha's Secret

To escape being sold to a ruthless playboy by my greedy stepmother, I signed a blood-contract marriage with a penniless, wolfless veteran named Kane.

I worked long hours painting murals to support him and my sick five-year-old daughter, Daisy.

But one night, a bowl of herbal soup accidentally sent him into a violent Alpha's Heat.

He wasn't a disabled grunt at all. He was the supreme Alpha of a billionaire syndicate.

Instead of claiming me, he pinned me against the wall with glowing golden eyes, accusing me of drugging him for his money.

"Are you really that desperate to climb into my bed?" he snarled, his grip crushing my wrist.

He accused me of engineering our marriage and stealing his priceless mythril watch five years ago.

Before I could explain it was a mix-up at the market, his men sedated him.

He looked at me like I was filthy street trash, ordered his men to watch me, and walked out without looking back.

I was completely bewildered and heartbroken. I had bought the wrong herbs by mistake, and I had no idea what happened five years ago!

Why was the man who just swore to protect us suddenly treating me like a criminal?

When I rushed home from work the next day to take my daughter and flee, the heavy security door was smashed open.

The apartment was trashed, and my five-year-old daughter was gone.

I dropped to my knees and screamed into the empty room, "Where did you take my daughter, Kane?!"