I Fell Where His Love Favored Another Chapter 1
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely—Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.
......
"This pink diamond would look perfect against Sophie's skin tone. Please bring it out for me to see."
Daniel's voice rang through the VIP lounge without the slightest hesitation, as though this were the most natural thing in the world.
He lounged on the sofa, long fingers tapping lazily against the glass display case.
The sales associate froze for a second, her gaze darting awkwardly between him and me.
"Mr. Carter, this pink diamond is one of our signature pieces. It's usually purchased as an engagement ring. Are you certain you'd like to view this one?"
Daniel frowned slightly, impatience threading through his voice.
"Bring it out. Sophie has a charity gala next week. Her dress needs something strong enough to carry the look."
He said it so casually. So matter-of-factly.
I sat quietly beside him when a violent cramp suddenly twisted through my stomach.
Instinctively, I bent forward, clutching the fabric of my dress as cold sweat slid down my forehead.
Daniel noticed immediately and glanced over.
His eyes lingered on my face for two seconds before he sighed.
"Claire, are you upset again?"
He reached over and tucked the loose strands of hair behind my ear with practiced ease, helplessness lacing his tone.
"Didn't I already tell you? We're getting married next month. Sophie's like a little sister to me. She's always been fragile, and she's been through some rough things lately."
He paused, effortlessly burying the truth behind that abortion slip.
"Taking extra care of her is only natural. You're about to become Mrs. Carter anyway. Can't you be a little more understanding?"
I looked up at him, at the confidence written all over his face.
He was certain I would never leave him. Certain that the title of Mrs. Carter was enough to make me stay no matter what he did.
"Okay." I heard my own weak voice answer.
Daniel smiled in satisfaction and pinched my cheek lightly.
"That's more like it. Go pick out a plain band over there."
He pointed toward the most ordinary display counter tucked away in the corner.
"You're always doing housework anyway. Anything too fancy will get scratched up. A simple band suits you best."
Once he finished speaking, he turned away again, fully focused on watching the sales associate wrap up the pink diamond worth millions.
I pushed myself to my feet. The pain in my stomach made my legs feel weak, but I still forced myself toward the counter displaying the plain rings.
The sales associate carefully handed me the cheapest platinum band in the case.
"Ms. Parker, try this size."
I slipped the ring onto my finger. It hung loose, nearly a full size too big.
My fingers had grown thinner from chemotherapy and weeks of barely being able to eat.
"It's a little loose," I said softly.
Hearing that, Daniel walked over. He didn't even bother looking before speaking directly to the associate. "We'll take this one. Have someone resize it and send it over later."
After a brief pause, he added casually, "Once we're officially married, I'll buy you a better one."
He pulled out his black card and handed it over, too impatient to even enter a password before using facial recognition to pay.
By the time we stepped out of the jewelry store, the wind outside had grown fierce.
Daniel carefully tucked the pink diamond box into the inner pocket of his coat.
Then he shoved the small bag containing my plain band into my hands. "Hold onto it. I'll make it up to you properly on your birthday next month."
His fingertips brushed against the icy back of my hand. He paused for half a second, but said nothing.
He hadn't even bothered buying me a decent ring box.
I tightened my grip around the paper bag, the metal band inside pressing painfully against my palm.
"Thank you," I murmured.
Daniel wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me toward the car.
"What do you want for dinner tonight? I canceled my business dinner just to spend time with you."
There was a kind of gracious superiority in his tone, as though he were granting me a favor.
I stared at the passing city lights beyond the window while the metallic taste of blood rose sharply in my throat.
"Anything's fine." I swallowed the sweetness of blood back down and quietly closed my eyes.
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The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. To survive the brutal cold and the decay of my own heartbeat, I had to force a pregnancy with a stranger.
I stumbled through the snow, my fingers turning blue, until I found a massive, wounded Arctic Fox-mutant in a dark cave. He was a Tier-9 predator, dying and radiating the exact heat I needed to stay alive. I threw away my dignity, crawling into his fur to merge our energies, desperate to trigger the life-reset protocol before my time ran out.
I felt like a monster, forcing myself onto a man who didn't even know I existed, just to keep my own heart beating. How could I ever face him if he woke up? Why did I have to be the one to pay the price for this twisted, mechanical ultimatum?
The fusion was a success, but when I woke up the next morning, the apex predator had me pinned under his massive claws, his fangs inches from my throat. I didn't beg for mercy. I stared into his feral, ice-blue eyes and made a deal that would change everything: I would be his anchor, and he would be my protector. But then I dropped the final, terrifying truth: I was pregnant, and he was the only one who could save us.
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
Angel was slammed onto the freezing stone slabs of the central square, surrounded by the deafening, mocking laughter of her clan.
Her own sister, Jasmine, stood over her with a look of pure malice, loudly and falsely accusing Angel of sneaking into the Chief's tent to seduce him.
Then, Al Stein, the man who had sworn to be her mate, stepped out of the crowd with a twisted face of disgust.
"You're a genetic reject. You can't give me children. You're useless."
He threw their bone mate ring hard at her face, cutting her cheek, as the crowd roared for her blood.
Without a trial, the High Oracle stripped her of her citizenship and sentenced her to eternal exile in the deadly wasteland.
To make her punishment a complete joke, the guards dragged out a comatose, dying outcast named Kain, slicing Angel's finger to force a mate bond between the two defects.
They were tossed out into the raging blizzard like discarded corpses, the heavy steel gates slamming shut behind them, cutting off all light and warmth.
Angel crawled through the snow, her vision blurring from extreme starvation and the biting wind, suffocating under the weight of their lies.
Why did her own blood frame her? Why did her mate throw her away to die in the ice?
Just as the freezing shadow of death wrapped around her, a sharp, mechanical voice exploded in her mind.
[Genetic Evolution Codex activated. Host Status: Legendary Kitsune Prime.]
The despair evaporated from her chest, replaced by a burning vow to survive and make every single one of them pay.
Elara Voss was rejected by her Alpha on the night of the Blood Moon - cast aside as a nobody with no wolf, no rank, and no future. She ran. But fate had other plans.
In the human world, she collides with Damien Crest - cold, ruthless billionaire by day, the last living Shadowking by night. He offers her a contract marriage. She has nowhere else to go.
But ancient markings are awakening on her skin. A god is whispering her name. And Kael, the fearsome Werewolf High King, has declared across all supernatural realms that she is his fated mate.
Two kings. Two worlds. One woman who was never supposed to matter.
They all rejected her once. Now they'll burn their empires down to claim her.
Cadence, a modern botanist, woke up to a glaring sun and massive, alien purple leaves blocking the sky. She was stranded in a terrifying, primal world.
Before she could process the metallic smell of blood in the air, a white tiger the size of an SUV crushed a giant boar's neck right in front of her. The beast locked its piercing blue eyes on her hiding spot. But instead of tearing her throat out, a blinding flash of silver light erupted, and the monster transformed into a towering, heavily scarred naked man.
He was Harlan, a shifter who immediately claimed her as his mate under tribal law. Dragged back to his primitive village, Cadence faced a brutal reality. Unbonded females were targets, and she was expected to take multiple mates just to survive. The tribal women mocked her fragile frame, calling her useless. To make matters worse, her foreign scent attracted a rogue serpent-shifter who violently ambushed her in the river.
The icy shock of the serpent's attack plunged Cadence into a deadly, burning fever. The tribe's Shaman tried his healing magic, only to shake his head and abandon her.
"She lacks primal fortitude. She will rely entirely on her own weak vitality. I can do nothing."
As Harlan held her shivering body in despair, Cadence felt a deep sense of desperate injustice. Was she really going to die in a filthy stone hut in an unknown universe, killed by a simple cold?
No. She remembered her grandfather's strict survival lessons. Forcing her heavy eyes open, she grabbed her terrified tiger mate's hand. She didn't need their failing magic; she had science.
"I need specific plants to live. I need white willow bark. And a spicy, ginger-like root."
She rasped, preparing to show this savage world the true power of a modern survivor.
I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined.
Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors.
"The child is the priority."
He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire.
While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin.
In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered.
I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly.
My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed.
Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical.
I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction.
Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution?
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death.
From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time.
This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice.
I didn't cry or throw a fit.
Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.
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