Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

Chapter 2

Word Count: 869 | Released on: 29/04/2026

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hiskey-soaked blur. I woke up to blinding New York sun

t black Egyptian cotton. I looked down and realized I was drowning in a crisp, white men's button-down shirt that smell

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lying in a crumpled heap near a leather armchair. Its side seam was violently rip

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en-suite bathroom slid open. A

oplets still clinging to the carved muscles of his chest, tracing paths down rid

ing, heavy blend of sharp cedarwood, a raging rainstorm, and rich Cuban tobacco-it slammed into me l

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stammered, my voice trembling as I instinctively backed away. "Last night. The alcohol

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e. I couldn't hear the inner wolf tearing at his mind-I was wolfless, deaf to that part of

low, lethal grace. Every step deliberate

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radiated against my skin, and I had to tilt my head back ju

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ck, right on the collarbone-a deep, red, unm

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scent. The sheer panic. My teeth sinking into his burning skin in

vibrated straight through my chest. It wasn't loud. It didn'

screaming in absolute terror. "I can go to a pharmac

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down at me as if my human solution to a deeply primal werewolf

of the island, and poured himself a cup of black coffee. Every movement was c

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ter and tossed it across the marble. It slid,

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man world, he was Wall Street's most cold-blooded predator-a billionaire

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was a Lycan. The apex predator of the werewolf hierarchy. A myth of unimagin

e a child's game. I, a defective, wolfless outcast,

hilling, calculated emptiness. He set the mug down, reached into the pock

trembling, terrified being-that my

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Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

Julian Reid Werewolf

“I was the Thornton Pack's brilliant but "wolfless" assistant, a defect they treated like a charity case. After years of letting the Alpha, Caleb, control me to prove my worth, he publicly humiliated and discarded me for a pure-blooded pack princess. Heartbroken and drunk at a bar, I accidentally bit and marked a terrifying stranger who saved me from two creeps. I woke up to find out I had drunkenly claimed Damien Blackwood-a ruthless billionaire and the apex Lycan King of the werewolf world. To prevent a pack war over the claiming mark, Damien trapped me in a two-year contract marriage, treating me like a convenient political tool. Right after we signed the papers, I got a call from the police. My little brother, Jamison, had been arrested for punching Caleb, who was bragging about ruining my dignity. At the precinct, Caleb sneered at my misery, threatening to destroy my brother's future. Seeing the fresh bite mark on my neck, Jamison exploded in handcuffs, screaming that Damien had blackmailed me into his bed to get him out of jail. I begged Damien to step outside so I could explain this horrific misunderstanding, feeling like I had sold my soul to a cold-blooded predator. But Damien ignored my pleas. He pulled me behind him, his suffocating Lycan aura crushing everyone in the room. "Yes, she was with me last night, because she is my wife." Before anyone could process the shock, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness. "And I didn't marry her to solve a problem. I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years." I stared at his broad back, my blood running cold as I realized I had no idea what kind of monster I had just bound my life to.”