Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

Chapter 6

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in. The transition from the freezing steps of City Hall to the plush leather interior offered

g scent-sharp cedarwood, a raging rainstorm, and rich Cuban tobacco. It was the s

rs shifting under his tailored suit. He pulled out a bot

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was a brand. A collar. I took the bottle, but the sheer weight of those two words

d and forced myself to meet his bottomless, charcoal-gray eyes. I needed a boundary

nt. "Call me Elenor. There's no need to act wh

his chiseled jawline. Instantly, the Alpha aura in the confined space grew heavier, dropping the temperature until the air felt like ice again

could break me, my phone vib

umber. Desperate for any distraction from the l

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you that your brother, Jamison Harmon, has been detained. He's currently i

logical sentence. Jamison? Aggravated assault? My brother was a straight-A

ammered, my heart slamming against my rib

n as you can," the officer barked, com

its axis. My past, the fragile life I had tried so d

ed the phone and lunged forward, frantically slapping my pal

screamed. "Pull

erate to escape, to run to my brother. But bef

le, terrifying strength. He didn't just stop me; he effortlessly

f sheer terror pricking my eyes. "This has nothin

in, his charcoal eyes locking onto min

comes the entire Pack's trouble," he stated, his voice a low, rumbl

mmed with a sudden, invisible surge of energy. He was using the Mind-Link. I coul

apped open. He looked at the dri

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den. Yet, as the Maybach smoothly changed lanes, diving deeper into the chaotic Manhattan traffic, a sickening re

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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.”