He Rejected Me, So I Married the Lycan King

Shelby Helliwell

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For ten years, I was the invisible backbone of the Silver Creek Pack. I cooked the books to hide Alpha Ethan's gambling debts. I ghostwrote the peace treaties that kept our borders safe. I warmed his bed every night, waiting for the bite that would mark me as his Luna. On the night of our tenth anniversary, I didn't get a ring. I got replaced. Ethan walked into the gala with Ashley, a wealthy heiress dripping in gold, clinging to his arm. When I tried to speak to him, he didn't just ignore me. He used an Alpha Command-a biological weapon that hijacked my free will. "Go to the kitchen," he ordered, forcing my knees to hit the floor in front of the entire pack. "Ashley is sensitive to the smell of stress. You're ruining her night." He humiliated me in the house I helped build. He wore the crown I polished for him, thinking I was nothing more than a glorified housekeeper he could discard at will. He forgot that while he held the title, I held the passwords. I didn't go to the kitchen. I went to the office. I initiated a permanent wipe of the cloud backups, reformatted the local servers, and deleted ten years of financial strategies. Then, I snapped the mate bond and walked out into the rain. Three days later, I walked back into the conference room. Ethan laughed, thinking I was there to beg for my job back. I threw a foreclosure contract onto the table. "I'm not here to serve drinks, Ethan. I'm the new owner of your debt. Get out of my chair."

Alpha Rebirth Werewolf Queen Revenge

Chapter 11

Yesterday 23:43

Chapter 1

For ten years, I was the invisible backbone of the Silver Creek Pack.

I cooked the books to hide Alpha Ethan's gambling debts. I ghostwrote the peace treaties that kept our borders safe. I warmed his bed every night, waiting for the bite that would mark me as his Luna.

On the night of our tenth anniversary, I didn't get a ring.

I got replaced.

Ethan walked into the gala with Ashley, a wealthy heiress dripping in gold, clinging to his arm.

When I tried to speak to him, he didn't just ignore me. He used an Alpha Command-a biological weapon that hijacked my free will.

"Go to the kitchen," he ordered, forcing my knees to hit the floor in front of the entire pack. "Ashley is sensitive to the smell of stress. You're ruining her night."

He humiliated me in the house I helped build. He wore the crown I polished for him, thinking I was nothing more than a glorified housekeeper he could discard at will.

He forgot that while he held the title, I held the passwords.

I didn't go to the kitchen. I went to the office.

I initiated a permanent wipe of the cloud backups, reformatted the local servers, and deleted ten years of financial strategies.

Then, I snapped the mate bond and walked out into the rain.

Three days later, I walked back into the conference room.

Ethan laughed, thinking I was there to beg for my job back.

I threw a foreclosure contract onto the table.

"I'm not here to serve drinks, Ethan. I'm the new owner of your debt. Get out of my chair."

Chapter 1

POV: Chloe

The bass of the music thumped against the floorboards of the Silver Creek Pack House, vibrating through the soles of my cheap heels. Ten years. That's how long Ethan had been Alpha. That's how long I'd been invisible.

I adjusted the sash of my dress. Charcoal grey. Practical. The uniform of someone who exists to serve, not to be seen.

Chloe, where are the appetizers for the Elders? The tray on the east table is empty.

Gamma Marcus's voice cracked inside my skull like a whip. The Mind-Link. Once, I thought it was a spiritual connection. Now, it was just a wireless shock collar.

I'm on it, I projected back, flattening my mental tone into perfect submission.

I grabbed a fresh tray of venison tartare-the Elders liked it bloody-and navigated the crowd. The ballroom reeked of pine, musk, and expensive cologne. To a human, it was a party. To a wolf, it was a screaming match of pheromones and ego.

Then I saw him.

Ethan stood near the fireplace. He wore the tuxedo like armor, sandy hair swept back, looking every inch the leader I'd helped build.

Hanging on his arm was Ashley.

She wore gold. Not just gold, but look-at-me gold, a gown that cost more than my annual stipend. She wasn't his Mate. I knew that. He knew that. But she was the daughter of a wealthy Beta from a European pack. She smelled like French perfume and old money.

I walked over, balancing the tray. "Ethan," I said softly. "The Elders are asking for a speech."

He didn't look at me. He was too busy tucking a stray curl behind Ashley's ear. Grooming. A sacred act. My stomach rolled over.

"Ethan?"

Ashley giggled, a sound like breaking glass. "Oh, look, Ethan. Your little housekeeper is here."

Ethan turned. His hazel eyes, usually warm when he wanted something, were flat.

Not now, Chloe, he commanded through the link.

But the Elders-

I used an Alpha Command, Omega!

The voice slammed into my brain stem. My knees hit the floor before I even realized I was falling. An Alpha Command isn't a request; it's biology hijacking free will. My wolf whimpered, paralyzed.

"Go to the kitchen," he said aloud, wiping a smudge of imaginary dust from his sleeve. "Ashley is sensitive to the smell of stress. You're ruining her night."

I stood there, the tray trembling. I had cooked the books to hide his gambling debts. I had ghostwritten the treaties that kept this pack safe. I had warmed his bed for a decade, waiting for the bite, the Mark, the promise.

"Did you hear me?" he snapped.

"I heard you," I whispered.

I set the tray down. I didn't go to the kitchen. I turned around and walked out the front door.

The rain was pouring down. Cold. Clean. I called the pack driver, but the dispatcher told me all cars were reserved for Ashley's luggage.

I walked to the edge of the territory, to the little bistro where I had reserved a table for two. Our anniversary. A joke only I was in on.

I sat alone. The waiter looked at me with pity. I smelled like wet dog and wasted time.

My phone buzzed. Instagram. Ashley.

The photo: Ethan, nuzzling her neck.

Caption: Finally, the Alpha returns to his Queen.

I didn't cry. I felt a click in my chest. Mechanical. Final. Like a breaker tripping in an overloaded house.

I wasn't waiting for him to love me anymore. I was waiting for the courage to stop being his doormat.

I opened my texts.