Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By His Uncle

Chapter 4

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ites whispered furiously. The buzzing sou

ght, leaning over to my father Richard, franticall

er face, pretending to cry, but the corners of

had their telephoto lenses aimed at the altar, hu

walls went pitch black. A collective gasp echoed through th

tar, the milliondollar custom ice sculpture had been altered – Blake's crisis team had swiftly draped a velvet cloth over the origi

lief. Eleanor's head snapped up. She stared at the magical screen. All the blood

l members were spamming him, demanding to know if a

ding backlight framed two tall silhou

sounded like machinegun fire. As the cameras focused, the entire hal

. It was Blake Wiggins – the phantom emperor of the w

ly powerful that the frontrow guests instinctively shrank back in their seats. I wore a diamo

le. Her mouth hung open in pure shock. As Blake and I walked down the red carpet, the guests began to

sle to stop us. Richard grabbed her wrist and yan

nds shaking so badly he nearly dropped his sacred text. He stammered,

freezing glare. "

though it cracked. "Do you, Blake Wiggins, take

d Blake was just standing in to save

ystal. His voice was calm, deliberate, a

his day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in si

lost their minds. The shutter noise became de

n, take Blake Wiggins to be

n, my voice cle

the ultimate symbol of the Branch family matriarch. He took my left hand and slid the ring onto my finger. Then he stepped closer,

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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."”