Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Davis

delete the message without a second thought, then raised my chi

he core of its story, not the ge

d to review the draft. Exhausted, I packed my bag, took the elevator down,

olled down, revealing my best friend, Harper Hayes, an inde

t, waving a hand. "We're going to

seat. Harper hit the gas, merging into the heavy Silve

ng tonight," Harper warned in a low voice. "They control ha

window, my stomach tightening at the thought of being

ening dresses, and walked down the red carpet into the glittering ballroom. Knowing my place at the

the heavy double doors at th

lively chatter died instantly. Around the tables, lower-ranking Betas and Ome

entrance and froze.

spite his reputation as a useless prodigal son who only survived because his grandparents doted

inking my shoulders and praying he would

e, I saw his gaze sweep the room before locking directly

mel strode down the aisle, pulled out the e

spotlights. Across the table, Harper kicked my shin repeatedly

r glass while trying to ignore the scorchin

el for a werewolf's rapid metabolism. Because silver is lethal poison that burns our

e tenderest center piece of his steak. Then, in front of two hundr

e carried clearly through the pi

us. Several pack heiresses glared at m

my fork. Leaning in slightl

're drawing everyon

d, his ocean-blue eye

says I can't f

ed hearing three feet away couldn't catch it, ye

Stone Pack-let out a nasty laugh. Carrying a glass of bourbon,

eston sneered, loud enough for the whole table to hear. "Slummi

ready to throw my water in his face. Beside m

eel steak knife groaned, the thick metal bending ninety

eston as if looking

ust say?" Carme

ce paling under the sudden spike of preda

tating a ge

from her chair, lunged around

h me to the res

y wooden doors swung shut behind us in the quiet corridor, a deafening crash erupted