Forsaken by My Mate, Chosen by the Tyrant

Chapter 3

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oof Maybach Liam drove screeched to a halt in front of the

I shoved the handle open myself, gathered my h

ergency hall. Passing Pack Doctors, nurses, and the sole Pack Heal

rd floor," Liam said, hurrying behi

P elevator and jammed the button for the third floor.

sharp smell of disinfectant mixed with the copper

als faster than sight-I caught Darrin's distinct cedarwood scent down t

the corridor. With every step I took, the old silver scars

ly shut. Through the wide gap, the voices in

de? Do you have any idea that could destroy your wolf and kill

door and looked through th

pillows in an oversized patient gown. Her left wrist was wr

gray-blue eyes brimmed with tears as she

ured hand tightly between both of his. His broad shoulder

ready to break. "I can't even walk, and I don't even have the right to gi

raised his hand and gently wiped the tears

me hand that, half an hour ago, was suppo

ars ago, your legs wouldn't be paralyzed," Darrin said, his voice heavy with cr

or" story a thousand times over the last four years, and every

p from the other side of the hospital be

ct Mommy," the boy said, patting

nd Brandon, using his massive Alpha frame to shiel

ds and fell over the three of them, paint

n my wedding gown, I looked like a total intru

nder a boulder, until all the rage and hu

hoved the half-open do

nel slammed against the

d jerked their heads aroun

dding dress, I let my cold gaz

family reunion," I said flatly, my

rned and shot to his feet. He stared at me, h

ively pulled Leo behind her shoulder, acting

rin finally found his voice an

y right hand in its white lace glove

d, looking at him with pure disgust. "The sc

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Forsaken by My Mate, Chosen by the Tyrant

Maui Werewolf

“I stood at the altar in my million-dollar custom gown, ready to bind my sacred Mate-bond with my childhood sweetheart and Pack Alpha, Darrin. Right before we could finish our vows, a five-year-old boy crashed through the cathedral doors, threw his arms around Darrin's leg, and screamed. "Alpha Daddy! Save Mommy!" Darrin's face drained of color. Without a second thought, he abandoned me in front of all the pack Elders and sprinted to the hospital. When I followed him there in my wedding dress, I saw him holding the hand of his "savior"-the paralyzed woman he claimed to owe his life to. To secure his pity, she deliberately tore open her own silver-blade wound right in front of me. Darrin went completely feral with panic. He roared for the doctors and shielded her and his illegitimate pup, treating me like a monster who had intruded on their perfect family reunion. I stared at the man who had guarded my hospital bed four years ago when my own wrists were crippled. He had spent every weekend playing house with another woman, yet he dared to put on a tuxedo and swear eternal loyalty to me today. My four years of devotion and my family's massive financial backing were nothing but a ridiculous joke. I didn't shed another tear. I ripped my wedding dress to shreds, dragged him to the Pack Registry with my armed guards, and forced him to sign the annulment agreement. "Since you're such a responsible father, get the hell out of my life." I cut off all my family's funding to bankrupt his pack. As I walked out, my phone buzzed with a text from the terrifying Supreme Alpha of our rival pack. "Congratulations on being single again. Tonight at eight, my penthouse suite-let's talk."”