Stolen by the Lycan King

Chapter 6

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Hayes, and the oppressive aura that came from his pure Lycan blood

and tightening on my waist. "Aide

ked on my face, a gaze so intense it felt like it

nstinctively tried to step back,

to draw Aiden's attention away from me. "Let me i

the word "my," a pathetic

on his lips only deepened. "Your... Luna?" He dragged out th

each word deliberate, his voice low but carrying t

a knife, dipped in poison a

scarded status, while also carrying a co

erverse connection between us that m

Aiden's words weren't just insulting me;

the surrounding guests. Everyone could see

ayed like a trophy, done being used as

grasp and took a step back, cre

y using the most formal address I could. "I believ

y defiance. "Is that so?" He took a step clo

ip?" he murmured, his voice a dangero

ching for a clue, but his eyes were like b

s man was dangerous. I

n my heel, desperate to escape th

e crowd, heading for the te

ze on my back, sharp an

night wind whipped my hair around

had thrown all my plans into chaos. The

essage from Willow. Just then, a swee

t here all alone? Y

oward me, holding two glasses of champ

trouble was just

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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.”