Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By His Uncle

Chapter 6

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in the centre of the kingsize bed. I reached my hand out. The sheets on the le

I pulled on a soft, creamcoloured Loro Pia

hirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, drinking black coffee while his assistant read the morning te

he table, but my eyes locked onto a thick st

Blake gestured to him. "This is a senior Private Judge who handles confidential le

ation papers across the marble. "Just your signatur

e matriarch of the Branch empire. I picked up the Montblanc pen and, without a single tremor in my hand, signe

l. "By the power vested in me by the Moon Goddess

ut a black Centurion Card, and slid it across

gled. In my past life, I had to beg my mother for c

up: Eleanor Wooten. The buzzing sound cut through the quiet room like a siren.

coffee. "Do you want me to have the telecom company

breath and s

ut by hand." I swiped the scre

screaming instantly

You get your ass back to the Long Island estate right now! You will explain this to the family, an

Blake's glass. "I'm coming back," I said, my voice dead flat.

ing the call, and immedi

right behind my chair. He placed both hands on the back of my seat, leaning

end a tactical team

ush of absolute power flooded my veins. Someone was finally s

oach is a waste of energy. I want

ight and looked

n at me. "Tear the house down if you want. N

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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."”