Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

Chapter 3

Word Count: 836 | Released on: 29/04/2026

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en. A second later, the massive flat-screen

ticker at the bottom of the screen flashed the same breaking new

aising his pulse. He didn't look at the screen; his piercing charcoal eyes remained locked on me. "In the human world, it's business. In our world, a mov

low. Deliberate. The kind o

n murmur, "invites territorial war. It invites blood. It invites enemies

was a Lycan King; he probably knew every humiliating de

und, shoving the screen

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myself into his chest, my face partially hidden by his broad shoulders, but his sharp, unmistakable jawline was perfectly clear. He swiped to t

hird image. The one that

he angle just clear enough to show his face, and my he

ted a long, calloused finger at the angry red bite mark on his colla

ence stretch.

e like some lovesick pup-they will question my judgment." His eyes bored into mine. "And when they question m

to be invisible, trying not to be a burden to anyone, especially my little brother, Jamison.

rowning out any rational thought of running away. "I didn't mean to. I swear. How do I fix this? Te

ply satisfied flashed through his e

t imagi

he stated flatly. As if my

d a drawer, pulled out a thick stack of papers, and walked back. With a sharp flick o

rs at the top of the

UPTIAL AGREEMENT -

between his hard body and the freezing edge of the marble counter. One hand planted on either side of me. His ches

orbit. And some traitorous par

he were finalizing a corporate buyout. "We will turn this incident into a pla

uiting. The transition from a drunken mistake to a forced Pack

a cage built b

k had just

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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.”