The Rejected Omega's Secret Royal Lycan Bloodline

Chapter 4

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until my eyes burned, half-expecting the string of zeros to vanish into thin

ith crushed aluminum cans I'd collected just to survive. And then, my eyes fell to my own chest. The cheap white fabric of

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s neck. Her mocking laughter as she called me a scentless, wolfless puppy. The suffocating, arrogant weight of Dixon's

that had choked me for tw

he heat in my veins wasn't the impotent frustration of an Omega anymore; it was the ancient, calculating fury of an apex predator waking up

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rash can, watching it crumple among the empty beer cans. It felt like shedding a dead, pathetic skin. I

orn-out sneakers. They were still the clothes o

ve luxury shopping district in Jork City. It was a sanctuary for high-ranking wolves, a place where the air was thic

jaw set. Let them judge my clothes. Let them

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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.”