Rejected Princess Rising From The Ashes

For three years, I scrubbed tables as a "wolfless runt," hiding my identity as the Lycan King's daughter.

It was a test for my fiancé, Alpha Connor. I wanted to see if he loved the girl, or just the crown.

He failed spectacularly tonight.

His mistress, Jaden, deliberately knocked a tray of drinks onto me during the dinner rush.

The liquid wasn't alcohol. It was concentrated silver.

My flesh hissed and bubbled as the poison ate through my skin, blocking any ability to heal.

I fell to the floor, clutching my melting hand, while Jaden faked tears and claimed I attacked her.

When Connor finally answered the video call, he saw my mangled hand. He smelled the burning flesh. He knew it was silver.

But he didn't help me.

He looked at his watch, annoyed that I was interrupting his business meeting with investors.

"Apologize to Jaden," he ordered, using his Alpha Command to crush me into submission.

"On your knees. Now."

The pain was blinding, but the betrayal cut deeper. He was forcing his Fated Mate to bow to the woman who tried to maim her.

My knees bent under the pressure, but my Royal blood refused to break.

I looked straight into the camera lens.

"No," I whispered.

I reached into my apron, bypassing the notepad, and pulled out a black satellite phone I hadn't touched in years.

"Code Black," I said to the King on the other end. "Send the Guard."

Connor thought he was disciplining a waitress.