Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

Chapter 5

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hed metal handles had been touched by thousands of hopeful couples, but to me, they looked like the gates of a prison. The brutal reality

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noticed e

. The grip was inescapable, a vice of pure, unyielding strength. He yanked m

ugh my veins. "It's a blood pact with my Pack. If you run, the fifty million is the least of your worries. Y

orse than being a Rogue. Rogues were killed; debtors were broken, hunted for sport, and enslaved. Th

legs to move, letting him guide me through the

e the room feel like a shrinking box. Behind a heavy desk sat a bored-lookin

clerk droned, reading

emembered Deann Hensley's sneering face, the way my adoptive mother used to remind me that I was just a nameless wolfless, a stray they had never

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parted, but no sound came

ifying, undeniable surge of energy rushed from his skin into mine. It was the *Alpha's Command*. As a wolfless, I had z

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w York, I pronounce you husband and wife," th

complete. I exhaled a shaky breath, e

es flew open. Deep within his charcoal gaze, a terrifyi

ssessiveness that made my knees buckle. The intoxicating, heavy scent of sharp cedarwood, a raging rainstorm, and rich Cuban tobacco flooded my senses,

a trapped bird. He brushed his thumb over my swollen lower lip, his chest

, the words barely audible but heavy

t married a billionaire CEO. I had locked myself in a cage

ge certificate, his hand returning to the small of my back to

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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.”