Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By His Uncle

Chapter 3

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the crook of his elbow. My fingers brushed against the bespoke fabric of his suit. The sudden, intense heat of his body radi

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med me. The Wooten family had thrown me out with

aphina's sweet, giggling voice on the other end before the line went dead. I remembered

uckled, and I stumbled forward. Blake's arm shot out. His large hand clamped around my

umbled right against my ear,

floating above my own dead body. I saw Blake – the ruthless tyrant of the werewolf world – st

hes by force. I saw him standing alone in a private cemetery in the Long

finality of death. I remembered the sheer, incomprehensible sho

aculous reversal of fate that defied all logic. And in this new life, the only man I

tary figure of absolute power, giving me the d

turned stark white. I took a ragged breath and shoved t

violent, terrifying darkness flashed in his pupils. His assistant's voice crackled over the

of my lace veil. The softness of his touch comple

low gravel, "you are the Luna of Manhattan. No

oors at the end of the hall were slowly pulled open by two ushers. Blinding white light from hundreds of camera flashes spilled into the d

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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."”