Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 794 | Released on: 30/03/2026

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a subtle reminder that the messes cleaned up here were meant to stay buried. I sat rigidly in a deep mahogany chair, watching th

ak door cli

dn't look like a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue. He moved with the lethal, silent grace of an apex predator, and the scent that rol

my trembling knees t

gerous, possessive fire flared in his irises. He stared at me as if I were a ghost he had been

was a deep, gravelly rumble that v

een us and offered his hand

d. Even as a wolfless Omega, completely blind to the Pack mind-link and the instincts of an Inner Wolf, the sheer physical sur

fighting a brutal internal war. His eyes darkened to pitch

," he comman

d to access my Pack trust fund. You need a respectable facade and financial compensation to handle your...

haggle, to demand more money, or to show some sign o

rk eyes remained fixed on my face, tracking the

I sign?"

of hesitation. "You don't wan

ike a brand. He picked up the heavy Montblanc pen from the desk

wn. "Let's go to the Marriage Burea

treet. The winter sun glared off the glass skyscrapers, but I barely noticed the c

ly to the curb. The driver's door opened, an

s eyes widened in absolute shock as he looked at the man standing besi

it, the sheer atmospheric pressure made my ears pop. The man beside me hadn't m

instantly shifting into deep, unquestioning submission. Wit

icle to my new contract husband. "A Mayba

othly, his expression unreadable. "I wanted

loped by his intoxicating cedar scent. The heavy door clicked shut, sealing us inside the

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Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

Da Lanlan Werewolf

“For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess. Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world. Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna. Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee. Immediately after, my mother called to gloat. "Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?" She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue. I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die. But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom. I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent. If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one.”