Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

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Word Count: 787 | Released on: 30/03/2026

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that radiated from the man standing beside me. Twenty minutes later, we were back out on the concrete steps. The w

s deep voice cutting through the city noise. He reached int

only a phone number and t

dark, unreadable eyes. "K.B.?

rected smoothly. "Babe Vincent was a moniker forced on me in the u

true identity. It was a signal-a rogue trying to shed his disgraced pa

his eyes for a fraction of a second before

arranged for me. The heavy doors clicked shut, sealing out the chaos of Manhattan. Surrounded

y phone and di

voice shrieked through the speaker the secon

t conditions are met. I want the funds released and the deed

can marry some filthy, debt-ridden Rogue and claim the Pack's legacy? I

mate has resources you can't even fathom. He would be more than happy to order a full forensic audit of the Parrish Holdings accounts.

olute. I had hit the nerve. Embezzle

with sudden, raw panic. "Fine. You'll have the deed. But

umphant smile touching my lips. I had won. I

at Jase Davenport's building. I needed t

tic nod as I walked into the lobby. He knew.

rile air hit me. The apartment reeked of Jase's signature metallic cologne-a sharp, ar

oks, and the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets I had bought with my own money, ripping them off t

eft behind yesterday. A thin layer of mold had already started to form on the surface of the liquid. To a werew

n the marble counter, right

the cramped back seat, the worn leather a stark contrast to the Maybach. As the cab merged into the cha

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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.”