Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By His Uncle

Chapter 5

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ving the screaming paparazzi eating dust. Inside the cabin, the soundpr

, shaky breath. The adrenaline crashed. I reached up and pulled the

om the crystal decanter, and handed one to me. I took the glass. Th

ou," I w

lue diamond on my left hand. "That ring stays on your

tone and nodded. "What are the ex

oted couple. In private, we do not interfere with each other. You will have

ury building on Billionaire's Row. We stepped into a private

ight, the head butler, stood in the gran

ly. "Your custom walkin closet and t

head and looked at Blake, my b

e media pays well for leaks. To ensure the staff doesn't sel

stomach tightened, but I for

erst

, unobstructed view of Central Park. A sudden, piercing chill crawled up my spine, raising the fine hairs on my arm

ately from European boutiques. This wasn't a rush job. I didn't want to assume the worst, but the evidence was there:

clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The man I had just married was not just a shield; he was a man who had perhaps bee

wore a dark grey bathrobe, the Vneck hanging open, exposing the hard, muscular lines of his chest. The sterile, untouchable aura he had in the hall was gone. The air in the roo

s screen. He tapped the r

I have mild insomnia.

es were coiled tight as springs. He reached over and killed the main light

. But the room was so quiet I could hear

around me like a blanket. It grounded me. I closed my eyes. The freezing memories

face. He lifted his hand and traced the curve of my cheek in the empty air, inches from my skin. "We

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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."”