Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Author: Hui Hui

Chapter 1

Word Count: 908 | Released on: Today at 10:22

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biting into my palm as I waited for the elevator in the Apex Grand Hotel lobby. In our society, genes dictated everything fr

g a suffocating wave of cheap, synthetic Omega heat-perfume t

nicured hand looped around a man's muscular forearm. Her g

marble pillars. "Isn't this the defective girl from the Davis f

her. Carmel Benton. The most infamous, good-for-nothing heir of

His deep ocean-blue eyes locked onto mine, a faint, unreadable smirk tugging a

e and met the woman's

n being a desperate Omega spraying cheap phero

purple. She yanked her arm free from Carm

" she shrieked. "Do you want me to

whispered behind their hands, casting pitying glances at me for provokin

rectly to Carmel, waiting to see how

is pocket, he pinched the bridge of his nos

rmel said, his baritone laced with an ic

r hand dropping as

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hysical blow. Her face went chalk-white, tears springing to her ey

s in submission before scurrying away be

towering frame blocked the chandelier ligh

ghter against my chest,

sn't require me to help you c

I could step back, he leaned down, his hot

re my legal

t and clamped around my wrist. His palm was scorching hot,

dangerous laziness beneath his tone. "D

his grip and bit my l

s. Our agreement is st

nd arched a dark eyebrow, a hunter's am

ild, intoxicating scent of cedarwood that clung to my skin. As the brass doors slid s

g the first massive wire transfer from the Benton family trust-my bride price. The tension squeezing my

e heavy oak doors of the script distribution conference room. Three male Beta producers sitting a

n, and slapped my printed scr

's get straight

coffed, tapping a p

about legendary werewolf warriors written by a wolf

he table, displaying a text from my ex-boyfriend, Bennet Noel:

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Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Hui Hui Werewolf

“To save my failing pack, I signed my life away in a secret marriage to Carmel Benton, the notorious and terrifying Alpha heir. Meanwhile, my ex-boyfriend Bennet-the man I devoted myself to for five years-got engaged to another woman for power. Yet he still cornered me in a dark parking garage, shamelessly demanding I become his underground mistress. "I took three poisoned blades to the chest to save your life!" he roared, using that bloody night from five years ago to chain me down once again. Worse, my own blood relatives summoned me at 3 AM, ordering me to step aside so my arrogant cousin could take my place in Carmel's bed. They called me a wolfless, defective freak who deserved to be thrown into the streets. For years, I swallowed everyone's abuse because of that crushing blood debt I thought I owed Bennet. But as I stared into his shifting, greedy eyes, a chilling realization hit me. Just nights ago, I had seen a horrific, jagged scar across my new husband Carmel's ribs-in the exact spot where an assassin's blade would strike. Bennet wasn't the one who nearly died for me in that freezing alley. He was a fraud. I slammed my newly signed script contract against Bennet's chest, watching his face drain of color. "We owe each other nothing," I told him coldly, severing the fake debt forever. This time, I was done being their sacrificial lamb.”