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Rejected By The Prince, Hunted By The Lycan

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1105    |    Released on: Today at 17:40

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e knee before the royal heir. Although deep down she still felt a faint shudder at Kimberley's earlier

usatory finger directly toward my corner. "This shameless girl has disgraced your roya

brows slammed tog

aura flared, radiating the raw, oppressive dominance of an a

eyes scanning the space for the scandalous sig

e landed square

tark naked, snoring softly in

roze in h

te, thunderous fury. He spun on his heel, glaring down at Ger

dchambers to witness?" he roared, his voice shaking the timbe

eyes with a delicate, rehearsed squeal, whil

hat's impossible! The g

h digging her own grave, I lau

ghness!

eration. I threw myself forward, wrapping my arms tightly around Jovanni's po

pped in revulsion, his le

on buckles of his spurs, anchoring myself so firmly that kicking

unadulterated terror. "Aunt Gertrude sent these monsters into my room! They tore my

shrieked, scrambling to her

!" Jovan

ted in the small room, forcing every guard a

amber eyes narrowed in sha

tone dripping with cold disdain, "then who broke these

thick, wet lashes, letting my lower

... and then they started fighting each other over the wine! They smashed into the walls, tearing at their own

out from the doorway, her voice shrill with desperation. "She brok

ng Jovanni's boot and holding up my slend

pale skin bruised and complet

't have an inner wolf. I have never felt the spark of pack power in my life. Sadie weighs more

rembling wrists and the two-hundred-po

contempt cross

and a wolfless runt was barely considered human. To believe that a powerless, frail girl had systema

ng into a dangerous, icy register. "You have mad

es, the heavy pearls around her

please! I swea

jerk that sent me sprawling onto my side. "I have no interest in med

n the cold stone, his gaze devoid

uted for tonight's circus," he said, each word dripping with condescending charity. "However, after witnessing

mson cloak billowing behind him as

red his royal knights. "The sme

hatred before lifting the hem of her si

royal armor faded

nscious servants, the terrified Martha, and Gertrude

stopped

ed off the knees of my pants, and wiped the w

d, the fragile, weep

rtrude's trembling form like

the chill in my voice freezing the air in t

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Rejected By The Prince, Hunted By The Lycan
Rejected By The Prince, Hunted By The Lycan
“I died on a modern battlefield, only to wake up in the body of a "wolfless" noble girl named Kimberley Oliver. Before I could even process my transmigration, a heavy weight crushed my ribs. My greedy aunt had drugged my tea and paid a filthy street thug to ruin my innocence in the dead of night. She wanted to stage a scandalous scene so my betrothed, the Crown Prince, could legally tear up our royal marriage pact. I used my operative instincts to shatter my attackers' bones and turn the trap against them. But when the Prince arrived, he didn't care about the truth. Looking at my frail, powerless body, he refused to believe a cripple could defend herself. "I will personally petition the King tomorrow morning to dissolve our royal betrothal. Clear out this filth." He looked at me with pure disgust and mercilessly annulled our engagement on the spot. In this werewolf kingdom, being born without an inner beast made you lower than dirt. My predecessor had lived her entire life terrified, bullied, and was ultimately murdered in the dark by her own family while everyone watched. But I am not that fragile, weeping orphan anymore. I escaped the estate, broke into a quarantined tavern, and robbed the kingdom's most terrifying, paralyzed Lycan warlord blind-taking his gold, his royal cloak, and a ratty handkerchief that made him scream in agony. Every single debt they owe her, I am collecting in blood.”