Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

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d the cold marble floors in shades of dead gray. I lay alone on the Egyptian cotton sheets, breathing in the lingering scent of his metallic colo

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honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective, wolfless creature like you

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g my pain. "He's older, yes, but his Pack is wealthy. He needs a breeder,

ha who went through Omegas like disposable cups. "I'm not ma

ontrol your Pack trust fund. The stipulations are clear: you don't see a dime of that money until you secure a formal Mating bond. De

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Carolyn had to approve of the groom. I just needed a husband on paper. Som

n a name I had only heard in whispere

s behavior, drowning in debt, and desperately in need of a respect

trict that handled sensitive Pack affairs. My fingers flew across the k

appointment for tomorrow morning at 8:58 AM. I closed the lapt