He Bet I Wouldn't Survive the Night

Synopsis

Olaf Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire and my supposed mate, had just gotten his assistant pregnant. He had the nerve to bring her back to the pack right in the middle of our mating anniversary banquet. He looked at me with chilling indifference. "She is carrying my pup and has a tricky appetite," Olaf ordered. "You will prepare her meals personally from now on." He did not even blink as he delivered the final blow. "She is also sensitive to unfamiliar scents, so pack your things and move down to the basement." Without uttering a single word, I picked up the suitcase I had packed days ago and walked calmly toward the main entrance. The head butler stepped forward to intercept me, but Olaf's cold sneer echoed through the hall. "Let her throw her little tantrum. Without the protection of my scent to shield her, she will come crawling back in less than three days." His arrogant declaration triggered a wave of boisterous laughter among the other werewolves lingering in the banquet hall. Right before my eyes, they tossed around a ten-million-dollar bet that I'd be back before dawn, whimpering at the gates like a pathetic stray and begging Olaf to let me back inside. What they did not know was that a black luxury sedan, sent by the most powerful Alpha in the country, was already waiting for me just beyond the estate.