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Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 888    |    Released on: Today at 10:22

Davis

to back me into a corner, I clenched my j

ow pillows and building a thick wall straight down the center of

jacket onto the armchair, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his black shirt, revealing shar

anging into a modest silk nightgown from the closet, I climbed on

white towel wrapped low around his narrow hips. Beads of water rolled down his broad shou

yes back to my phone screen, my he

round the bed, lifted the corner of th

m, intoxicating scent of cedarwood and clean male skin rolled ov

t with white knuckles as I forced my breathing to stay sh

on the nightstand buzzed violently,

ennet glared back at me: "Ayla, I know you're still angry about my engagement to Dan

the block button, a large, long-fingered hand reached ove

he pillow wall onto the floor. Bracing his muscular arms on either side

. The terrifying dark golden light blazed

he?" Carmel's voice was a terrifyingly lo

up to grab

ck! That's

and pinned them into the pillow above my head. His heavy lower body pres

his nose brushed mine, his scorchin

ten off with lethal restraint, "do y

second, the feral predator inside him felt so close to the surface that

guard wolves erupted from the front gates downstair

ow receded back into deep ocean blue. Releasing my wrists, he tossed the phone

eavy drapes. Down by the illuminated fountain, three black sedans bearing the silver crest of t

Bento

in the morning, a cold smirk touched my lips. While Ayla scrambled off

ts from the Davis Pack are b

scouts say Darvin Davis just lost thirty million at an underg

bare shoulder against the window frame as I watch

ldn't even wait until sunrise to c

anity, her face pale and set like

usiness," she said col

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Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan
Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan
“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.”