The Lycan Kings Daughter by skymaiden

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

Xiao Xiaosu

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

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"Hey, you! Come here."

I lazily shifted my gaze in the direction I was being called and sneered coldly.

LUCI.

She always finds a way to get on my nerves, doesn't she?

I turned to her and rolled my eyes, which ignited a rage within her.

She stomped towards me and stood in my path, blocking my way to leave.

I stood firmly, piercing my gaze at her.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly, my eyes intensely piercing through her soul.

Her lips curved into an evil grin, and she clapped, drawing the attention of some martial students who giggled and chuckled along with her.

"Look who we have here! Some misfortunate, dirty, mateless pig trying to act tough," she giggled, her eyes burning with excitement.

I clenched my fist tightly, my heart throbbing with pain. I quickly bit my lip to suppress my anger.

My gaze swept through the cold room, which was silent like a grave, punctuated solely by the rhythmic ticking of the enchanted clock on the wall, waiting for my response. I chuckled softly. She was going to get the answers she deserved. I tilted my head as my lips curved into an evil smirk. "Well, at least I am a misfortunate werewolf who hasn't found her mate, unlike your mother, who did and cheated on your dad with another werewolf for money. Isn't that pathetic?"

The class immediately buzzed with murmurs of silence, shocked by the revelation. Her face suddenly drained of color from shame, her skin pale as snow. She stared at me, dumbfounded and unable to speak, trapped in dismay.

"Crack"

Her hands suddenly landed on my face, causing me to wince in agony. I glared at her with killer eyes, ready to lunge at her.

We both crashed to the floor, throwing punches. The class immediately roared with commotion. She was about to throw a punch at me, and I dodged it, which enraged her. I slowly extended my claws and grazed her face.

She shrieked, wincing in agony.

"What's going on here?" The martial coach lunged towards us, trying to separate us, but my power was unmatched.

"Evelyn, you will kill her, and you know the penalty for that," she yelled, realizing she had failed to separate me from Luci; my powers shouldn't be underestimated.

I slowly comprehended this and detached my grip from her body.

Luci crawled away from me, curling up like a ball in a corner while staring at me with a thunderstruck look.

I couldn't help but grin at her, and she burst into tears, with blood dripping from her face.

"Evelyn, how dare you fight in the moonlight martial arts class? How dare you defile the rules of the school? Under no circumstances will you unleash your Wolf in this school," she yelled, pointing her finger at me.

A moonlight defile class is a martial class that all werewolves must attend after college to make their strength vigorous enough to be able to fight against any prey.

I couldn't help but scoff, clenching my fist.

"She started it first! Why the hell did she mock me because I haven't found my mate yet?" I muttered coldly, gritting my teeth.

"Watch your words, Evelyn," she warned, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"That doesn't give you the right to fight, Evelyn," she stated, her voice lowered.

I suddenly choked in my throat, my eyelids twitching in anger. I could feel my claws extending, and I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath.

The scene couldn't go unnoticed by the martial coach, and she stepped back, assisting Luci in getting up and leading her to the clawsome class facility.

She turned back to me. "I want you to be here as early as 5:00 AM tomorrow; you've got some punishment to serve."

I stared at her, dumbfounded. Why do I have to be the most hated one here, all for a mate? Yes, I am Evelyn, a misfortunate werewolf who hasn't found her mate at the age of 23 and for that I was being mocked mercilessly in every area of my life.

In the pack of the Tharros, a female werewolf should be able to find her mate before the age of 18, and if she hasn't, she will be exiled or face a cruel fate, as it is rumored to bring bad luck to the pack.

I walked home lazily after a long day of drama, and proceed back to my room,slamming the door shut.

I took a quick shower and slipped into my fluffy nightwear, and curved up in my bed.

I was pondering how my life has turn into this dumfounded clutter when a knock detached my thoughts.

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