The Rejected Omega's Secret Royal Lycan Bloodline

Author: Cait

Chapter 1

Word Count: 755 | Released on: Today at 15:09

Arena. I crushed another empty aluminum can and tossed it into my trash bag. Fifty buck

ent, no strength, and no respect. I was the bottom of the food chain. Still, I swallowed my pride and picked up another sticky cup. I needed the money. Sylvia's birthd

the locker room banged ope

The air instantly thickened with their aggressive, musky pherom

a!" Brenno

t-soaked sock hit me square in the face. T

of filthy, week-old gym clothes at my feet. "That's wh

range, dark heat flared-a violent, heavy pulse that felt entirely too big for my sc

muttered, stari

to the dirty floor right next to my worn-out sneakers. "There's a package at the front gate for Dixon. Brin

in the empty arena. I knelt, my knees touchi

Room. It was a semi-sacred space for the Pack's fighters, a place an Omega like me was strictly forbidden t

or open, but a sound from insid

d, breat

, possessive Alpha energy. My heart dropped into my stomach. I knew

he wood, my breath c

ly sweet submission I had never heard from her before. "You'

sound echoed aga

e he was just a stupid bet," she giggled, the s

owed to buy her gifts, every time I thought I actually meant something to someone-it was all

red me, but it didn't

marrow of my bones. It didn't feel like a human's anger. It fe

aised my leg and kick

earing from the wooden frame with a force I shouldn't have po

ckers. The air in the room was suffocating, thick with the sickening, slick scent of their mixed arousal. They froze, their

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The Rejected Omega's Secret Royal Lycan Bloodline

Cait Werewolf

“I spent two years scrubbing locker room floors and collecting trash just to buy gifts for my girlfriend, Sylvia. I thought she was the only one who didn't care that I was a "wolfless" Omega. But the day before my eighteenth birthday, I caught her in the arms of Dixon, our pack's future Alpha. She laughed in my face, calling me a scentless puppy and admitting our entire relationship was just a cruel bet. When I lunged at him, Dixon beat me half to death. He pinned my bleeding face to the wet tiles with his combat boot and used a permanent marker to scrawl "WOLFLESS LOSER" across my chest. My pack cheered, and even at a party later, the people I thought were my friends treated me like a contagious disease. I laid in my cramped dorm, suffocating under the crushing despair. Why was I born so weak? Why did I have to endure this brutal humiliation just for existing? Then, my phone buzzed with an unknown number, and a cold, elegant voice spoke. "Your trial is over, Aden. You are a royal Lycan, and your hundred-million-dollar trust fund has been activated." Looking at the impossible string of zeros on my screen, the ancient beast in my blood finally woke up. It was time to make the Alpha who broke me choke on his own arrogance.”