Rejected by the Alpha: The White Wolf's Revenge

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rce the annual financial report back into focus. It was almost three in the morning. The only light in the cavernou

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e and five years of relentless work. Darrien handled the public-facing deals, the handshakes and

to make a move th

to see the details, the authorization trail. I clicked on the tran

n's backup passwo

ay we closed our first major deal, the

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y neck. He had never changed that password. It was our thing. A s

, my mind racing. What other date wo

tant," with her wide, innocent eyes and a scent that always clung to his suits. I remembered him glanci

ing as I typed it

unlocked

s authorized by Darrien Garza. And beneath the routing numbers,

future,

f the cold marble desk, my knuckles turning white. The words swam before my eyes, burning

of my money, my work,

the silence. The study door swung

smell of expensive whiskey and another woman's cloying jasmine scent r

w furrowing in annoy

up?" he slurred, his voi

before I stopped it. The screen's glow illuminated my face, and he must have seen s

e," he said, but there was no conc

hair, the careless gesture of a man who owned

, his voice hardening. The drunken haze was c

gled by the betrayal. I just stared at him, at the man I had loved, th

naged to whisper. The words felt like shar

across his handsome face. It was a look I had seen him use on business rivals

force of his Alpha presence designed to intimidate.

trategic layout for the new European branch. It's complicated. You wouldn't understand." He patted

int of remorse. There was nothing. Only cold, hard calculatio

lying face up on the desk

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t mes

tact named

ot out and grabbed the phone. It

't," he snarled

motionally and physically. I stumbled backward, falling into the plush leathe

sleep? The baby

ba

gunshot, the final, deafening crack in the foundation of my life. I

mask of cold fury. The pretense was ove

and devoid of any emotion. "I

in the chair, and his express

me an heir, a real Lycan heir." He gestured vaguely at me. "What ca

fle

five years, I had let him believe it, hiding my own true nature to make him feel strong

silver scars from my first shift, a secret I had kept from everyone. Tears burn

"Don't think for a second you can challenge this. I will have you removed f

lling the door shut with a resounding sla

a moment, I felt nothing. Just a vast, cold emptiness. Then, something deep inside me, something I had suppres

drawer of the desk, pushing aside old blueprints and c

s surface was the crest of the Carroll family, a roaring wolf crowned by

the ring onto my finger.

the contacts to a number I hadn't dialed in five y

wice, before a crisp,

aldi

s unrecognizable. It was as co

ing numbers on the screen. "I'm ready to co

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