Rejected By The Pack, Now A Queen

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eavy door of the armored truck. I planted my combat boot into a muddy puddle, the freezing rain instantly soaking the hem of my black t

The heavy, wrought-iron gates of the Simon Pack Manor remained firmly shut, a silent, towering testament to the family's relentless rejection of my existence. Right behind my idling

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the capital had relentlessly mocked me. I was the illegitimate Simon daughter banished to the remote, unforgiving borderlands-a genetic defect born without an inner wolf, incapable

ce as I walked straight toward their leveled gun barrels. Every step I took was slow, deliberate, and required every sing

sent a quick mental alert through the pack link-*Code red, the banished wolfless is back.* But because I possessed no inner wolf in their eyes, his

clear

, each possessing a lethal, highly specialized skill. Nora was the mastermind of intelligence and finance, capable of bankrupting an entire noble pack in seconds. Lyra was the phantom of toxins, her sweet smile hiding

d her life solely to me, dropped from the roof

s than three seconds, all four guards collapsed into the mud, clutching their

shed against the custom cryo-coffin, the frost biting at my skin. Giana stepped up beside me in perfect

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the heavy mechanical locks popped open one by one with a hiss of depressurization, the bull

the most dazzling, envied socialite across the entire werewolf continent. She was the woman who had been my only source of sunlight i

cheek. The freezing cold traveled up my arm, and an invisible, crus

e her almost unrecognizable. She was barely covered by a thin white shroud, exposing arms a

ad, deep, bone-exposing lacerations with blackened,

olf's rapid cellular healing and burning their inner wolf to ash. My sister was dead. The realization hit me like a physic

White Wolf bloodline-a secret I had kept hidden from the world-boiled violently through my veins. I wanted to carve the

shift in the air. The sheer bloodlust radiating from my body made the falling raind

unbreakable promise as I gently stroked her ruined cheek. "You won't be lonely on the road t

Agatha banished me to the borderlands, I thought my absence would remove the stigma from Gertrude, allowing her to live a peacef

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like copper and blood in my throat. I turned around and looked down

g through the cracked gates. They remembered me. They remembered that years ago, when the arrogant son of the Marquis Pack tried to drug and defile Gertrude, I

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executives' pride despite his bleeding wrists. "Elder Lady Agatha

from Giana's tactical belt. I flicked my wrist until the tip cracked a sonic boom

plume of white smoke, ripping a gut-wrenching, agonizin

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ctly against his chin, keeping my voice

ddle, his eyes wide with sheer terror as

c that she couldn't bear high-ranking pups

otic smile as I rolled the dark wooden beads on my wrist-the special enchanted

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"Since he cares so much about breeding