Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By His Uncle

Chapter 2

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VIP suite. My heart hammered against my ribs, but my hands were s

-door meeting with Mr. Blake Wiggins,"

his is a highly classified emergency loophole in the Blanche family's inh

and whispered into his hidden microphone. Three seconds passed. A heavy mechanica

air was thick with the sharp scent of

sed, casually flipping through a thick stack of territory merger documents. Theodore Branch sat

ked onto me through the dim lamplight. His gaz

e you here to cancel the ceremony, Arlene

ul men in the werewolf world. "The ceremony proceeds as p

around his cane. "Are you insane? Do you w

the silent man in the armchair

ence that only lands when the unthinkable becomes real. Blake's fingers stopped turning the page. H

walked out on me at the altar. His

ion. Theodore made a strangled sound. Blake'

and handle the pack's pressure regarding your succession. I need a fortress to survive the fallout of today. Your name is the only one

the light in the room, radiating pure dominance. He walked until he was inches from my face, looking

n up. "I have nothing left to lo

e. And it completely cuts that ungrateful bastard Adrien out of the succession! If you a

ally, he gave a single, slow nod. He turned to his executive assistant standing by the wal

ion erupted out

mbling into the room. She saw me st

ked. "Are you trying to seduce

ce between us, raised my hand, and deliv

She crashed to the floor, clutching he

to his pocket, pulled out a silk

your hands,"

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Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By His Uncle

Cassandra Werewolf

“I was a wolfless outcast taken in by the Blackwood Pack, about to be mated to the powerful Alpha heir, Adrien. But at our grand union ceremony, he walked down the aisle holding another woman's hand. "I reject you as my mate," he announced coldly in front of all the guests. Instead of defending me, my adoptive mother dug her nails into my arm, snarling that I was a curse who brought embarrassment to their name. My adoptive father and brothers watched with disdain, demanding I apologize for being dumped. My hypocritical sister, Kendall, pretended to play the peacemaker while giving me a secret, triumphant smirk. For years, she had systematically stolen my life-my room, my achievements, and even the silver wolf-head brooch left by my dead mother, wearing it like a trophy while I was treated like dirt under their shoes. They all expected me to break down, to cry and beg on my knees for Adrien to reconsider. They thought I was still the pathetic charity case they could endlessly manipulate and humiliate. But the weak girl who would have flinched at their cruelty died in a previous life. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly accepted his rejection, walked right up to Kendall, and slapped her hard across her fake, innocent face. Then, under their shocked gazes, I turned to the most terrifying, powerful Lycan king in the room. "I don't want compensation. I claim Blake Wiggins as my new mate."”