Forsaken by My Mate, Chosen by the Tyrant

Chapter 8

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yan didn't look at me; he simply reached

gust of cold wind and rain blew into the c

y baffled as to why his boss was getting out in t

gs out and stepped into the downpour, his custom leathe

brella from the side compartment, pushed his own doo

ain-streaked glass at the tall black figure standin

Looking past Culley through the half-lowered fro

single hair on her head..." Bryan's low voice cut clearl

ely!" Chloe nodded rapidly, both hands gripping th

eep, unreadable look thr

and walked toward a black armored SUV that had bee

nished into the rainy night did the crushing

ed back against the leather passenger seat,

up his own car and walked into the pouring rain just

t it left a strange, unfamiliar sense

estarted the engine, glaring at me sideways whil

closing my eyes, too exhauste

ough the wrought-iron gates of the Norris Manor

, the manor butler and several m

mud-caked wedding gown with a face as white as

ing..." The old butler rushed forward, his voi

eaking those two words felt like it drain

up the stone steps alone, and shoved open the

hutting out the wind, the rai

except for the steady ticking of the an

full-length gilded mirror

rain, and my million-dollar wedding dress was covered in filth

enough and gave him my family's backing, I w

ld, weakness and compromise only invi

neckline of my wedding gown and yanked hard. Rii

my body connected to this disgusting wedding, shreddin

lk slip, my legs gave out and I d

had forced myself to hold onto al

uried my face against my scarred wrists, and

, burying my weak Omega disguise along wi

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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."”