Stolen by the Lycan King

Chapter 4

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o wash away the filth of the last twenty-four hours. She p

re grotesque in the steam. I scrubbed my skin over and over until it wa

d myself in a towel. As I wiped the fog fro

finger

ng ring

g ring. It was the only thing I had left

my panic rising. On the floor, under

rugged and tangled with that stranger

e might hav

hat ring meant everything

could recall was a pair of blurred gray eyes and an overw

knock on the bedroom door. It was Hayes's Be

gown with a high neckline. Ha

d my lips. He wanted me to play the part of a

ke the dress away and

ght blue-demure styles, completely non-threatening. He ha

closet hung a dress I had

a completely bare back, and a high slit up the

ssed-wild, dangerous, and aggressive. Toni

owned me. I would show everyone that the

s with concealer. But my eye makeup was bold and defiant-a sharp,

sharp eyes and a powerful au

es knocked on my doo

aveled from my face, down my neck, to the curves highlig

e is the white dress I sent

ter," I said with a sweet smile,

ear. "Kira, don't forget our agreement

l play my part perfectly. The part of a Luna who, after being neglected

e, but he was powerless. He neede

by. The missing ring made my heart ache with an

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Stolen by the Lycan King

Yanchi Jinzhan Werewolf

“For two years, I played the perfect, compliant Omega wife to Hayes Carlisle to maintain our Packs' alliance. But I woke up in a dark hotel room, aching and covered in a stranger's marks, realizing I had been drugged and sold. When I dragged myself home, I didn't find comfort. Instead, I found Hayes flaunting his pregnant mistress. He had orchestrated my assault just to frame me for infidelity, giving him the perfect excuse to dissolve our marriage and leave my family to starve. At the Pack assembly, his mistress even faked a fall to frame me for harming her baby, and Hayes raised his hand to strike me in front of everyone. I was stripped of my dignity, left with nothing but the desperate need to recover my mother's wedding ring, which the stranger had taken. But why did the stranger's intoxicating scent of cedar and musk perfectly match Aiden Beaumont, the ruthless Lycan King and my husband's most feared rival? Then, an anonymous call came through. "If you want it back, be at the top floor of the K. M. Tower at ten o'clock tomorrow morning." I realized the terrifying truth. The K. M. Tower was the headquarters of the Beaumont Group. The man from that night was Aiden, and this was a meticulously laid trap I had no choice but to walk into. I wiped away my tears, my gaze turning as cold as steel. Fine, Aiden Beaumont.”