He Rejected Me, So I Married the Lycan King

e invisible backbone of

ote the peace treaties that kept our borders safe. I warmed his be

tenth anniversary,

repl

Ashley, a wealthy heiress drippi

st ignore me. He used an Alpha Command-a b

t the floor in front of the entire pack. "Ashley is sen

he crown I polished for him, thinking I was nothing mor

he held the title,

he kitchen. I we

backups, reformatted the local servers, an

mate bond and walk

walked back into t

king I was there to

losure contract

Ethan. I'm the new owner of y

pte

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k Pack House, vibrating through the soles of my cheap heels. Ten years.

al grey. Practical. The uniform of some

ers for the Elders? The tray

hip. The Mind-Link. Once, I thought it was a spiritua

k, flattening my mental to

ted the crowd. The ballroom reeked of pine, musk, and expensive cologne. To a h

I saw

tuxedo like armor, sandy hair swept back, lo

his arm w

al stipend. She wasn't his Mate. I knew that. He knew that. But she was the daughter

y. "Ethan," I said softly. "The

ing a stray curl behind Ashley's ear. Groo

th

aking glass. "Oh, look, Ethan. Y

es, usually warm when he w

he commanded t

he El

Alpha Comm

re I even realized I was falling. An Alpha Command isn't a reques

of imaginary dust from his sleeve. "Ashley is sensit

ling debts. I had ghostwritten the treaties that kept this pack safe. I ha

ear me?" h

you," I w

o to the kitchen. I turned arou

led the pack driver, but the dispatcher told

little bistro where I had reserved a table for

d at me with pity. I smelled

zzed. Insta

than, nuzzli

, the Alpha retu

hest. Mechanical. Final. Like a brea

me anymore. I was waiting for the

ed my

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