Rejected By My Pack, Claimed By The Lycan King

“I was the pathetic, clumsy, wolfless stain on the Blair Pack. My family treated me like an abomination, a shameful secret they desperately needed to erase. To finally get rid of me, my stepmother and sister orchestrated a brutal ambush. They sent me to an isolated highway overpass in the freezing rain, trapping me in a car surrounded by six massive, feral rogues. Their goal was to completely break my spirit before shipping me off to an asylum. While I was supposedly being tortured in the mud, my sister stood at our pack's grand gala in a stunning red gown, weeping perfectly timed fake tears. "My poor, wolfless sister couldn't handle the pressure of our world. She ran away tonight and has become a Rogue." She publicly announced my death sentence while my Alpha father stood beside her, silently endorsing the lie that stripped away my identity and branded me a target to be hunted by neighboring packs. They thought they had flawlessly disposed of their dirty little secret. They truly believed I was just a defenseless, broken doll crying in the backseat, ready to die quietly and take their sins to the grave. But they had no idea what they had actually unleashed. I wasn't a fragile Omega; I was a highly trained, lethal cleaner. And as I crashed their perfect ballroom alongside the terrifyingly powerful Lycan King of the Graves Dominion, I was ready to burn their entire world to the ground.”