The Rejected Omega's Secret Royal Lycan Bloodline

Chapter 3

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very step back to my cramped dorm room felt like walking on shattered glass. The bl

hin mattress. The room was suffocatingly silent, smelling only of

lessly in my skull. *Scentless, wo

lf to buy her gifts, and swallowing my pride, only to prove I was exactly what they said I was: a bottom-feeder unworthy of a Mate. A strange, dark powe

floor, jarring me from my misery. An unkn

oodied fingers, I

nt, and laced with an unquestionable, terrifying

th catching in m

yal bloodline that bows to no Alpha. Everything you have endured

, sadistic script Dixon could have possibly written. They weren't done breaking me. The

!" I roared, my voice cracking w

slammed into the wall and dropped to the floor. I curled into a tight b

obbed violently where Dixon's boot had pinned me. I groaned, rolling over to retrieve my batte

t a mocking text from Dixon

o focus on the screen. I rubbed them,

alance: $100

ing. One hundred

d of liquid cash to throw into a fake app interface. This was real. The cold, hard num

dialed the unknown number from

Evangeline's voice answered, completely u

out, staring at the impossibl

iscussing the weather. "I will be returning to Jork tonight to see you. I just have to f

ing whose mere command could force an entire Pack to

still there, but the despair that had chained me to the floor was evaporating. In its place, t

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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.”