Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Chapter 6

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t and confused. Taking a shaky breath, I knelt on the rug and picke

the heavy parlor doo

reezing chill of the night wind on his shoulders

ing straight up to me, he snatched the

Give it back!" I lung

face didn't even twitch. Clenching both hands around the chain, he yanked outward. Wi

, he tossed the broken pieces str

the glowing embers, melting into a s

g the blistered skin of his palms together as his voice dropped

ce, my hands balling

completel

clicked open. Eugene Mercer Benton, the former Alpha Supreme

evaporated. The blisters on his palms healed instantly, and he s

awake?" Carmel walked over, gent

ked at me with eyes so overflowing w

elp Grandfath

e millions of dollars his family had just wired to save my pack, I forc

g me against his chest. Through the thin fabric of m

without blinking, his voice dripping with affection. "She said sh

ard muscle of his waist as fiercely as I

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sharp eyes crinkling as he

eady here, stay the night in

he night meant sharing a

ly script meeting tomorr

bs, dipping his head so his lips brus

ccompanying our elders is mor

of his hot breath. Trapped under the expectant

d closed the double doors behind us. The suite was massive, dominated by a king-si

rom Carmel's face. Releasing my waist, he walked over to the m

pointed a finger toward the leathe

couch. I'm t

amber liquid in one swallow, his Adam's app

lass down. "If newlywed werewolves don't sleep in the same bed, our scents won't ble

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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.”