Rejected by my Alpha claimed by the Lycan King

ackhouse ballroom was fre

my dress, trying to make myself as small as possible. The scent of expensi

ay. The day the Moon Goddes

entire Blackwood Pack watched me with a

of a man, his dark hair slicked back and his sharp jawline set in a hard line. Beside him,

d in my chest. I felt the invisible tether pulling me toward Damien. It w

. My voice trembled, but I forced mysel

l laughter went

landed on me. There was no warmth in

a whip. "You are a pathetic, weak Omega. Did you truly beli

my lungs in

ced, his voice booming with the authority of an Alpha. "My t

reject left his lips

connected our wolves was grabbed, violently twisted, and ripped apart. A searing, white-hot a

against the stone as I clawed at my chest, trying to rip the pain out. My wolf, a small

of pain, I saw Seraphina

lips curving into a wicked smile. She reached out a

er voice dripping with venom. "You're nothing but a serva

turning back to Damien. "What sho

eraphina's waist, his expression bored. "Take her to the

triumphant laugh. "The Rogue Forest is hungry thi

bruising as they hauled me off the floor. I tried to fight, but the

foyer, and out into the freezing night. The rain was

he mud and the thorns, throwing me toward the massive i

washing away the tears on m

me hard. I stumbled through the gates, falling fa

mmed shut behind me with

s al

locked out the moonlight. The sounds of the territory vanished, replaced by the howlin

jection was slowly fading, replaced by an agonizing, hollow emptin

to my chest, sob

en, sharp heat flared

ther's locket-a simple, tarnished silver piece she had giv

s vib

skin, yet it didn't hurt. Instead, the heat spread through my chest,

um

oke throug

p. T

. The sound of massive

le to warn me, but every instinct

bows, my eyes straining again

es opened. They didn't glow the natural gold or amb

stepped into

, with thick, midnight-black fur and muscles that rippled with every step. Its pa

but my back hit the base of a

d a few feet away. Its r

hut. I waited for the tearing of fle

ling blow d

dropped, so heavy it felt like I was drowning. I hear

ned m

one. In its pla

scars. He was completely naked, unbothered by the freezing rain. His hair was as black

over my mud-soaked dress, the blood

eeply, his j

ce was a low, guttural rumble that shoo

ak. I could on

e eye-level. He reached out, his large, calloused

lent spark of purple electricity snapped bet

ura around him vanished, replaced by s

, looking at me with an entirely ne

is hand shot out, wrapping around t

I chok

tilted my head to the side, and sank his sharp f

pain. I exp

The moment his teeth pierced my skin, the silver locket shattered i

lungs. I could feel my eyes burning, glowing with

on his lips. He looked down at me, a d

ed, his voice echoing with powe

on went