Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

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I had wrapped my blistered hand in a makeshift bandage from the office first-aid

the soaring ceilings, casting a warm, blinding gold light over the Davenport Pack's elite. My senses were immediately assaulted by the overwhelming scen

re, clutching the Henderson Pack Alliance file. But I wa

mong a circle of visiting Alphas. He looked devastatingly h

breath, I marc

ed from his face. It was replaced by a mask of cold, unadulterated contempt. The

as I held out the thick folder. "The He

lazer, my sensible flats, and finally, the clumsy bandage on my ha

street vagrant?" he murmured, his Alpha tone drip

the file, Jase. Tak

ead, he jutted his chin toward a small side table littered with di

ential file next to a smeared cocktail glass. He was reducing me

ay, a cloying scent of jasmine

h, you actu

linging to her perfect curves. She threw her arms around me in a sickeningl

hand?" Kira gasped loudly, drawing the

the guise of concern, her perfectly manicured thumb found th

rotect me. The blister beneath the gauze ruptured under her

the sheer shock of the pain. I looked at J

ng. "Don't disrespect my Luna, Omega," h

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ed whatever was

ical instinct, I violently yan

oo reckless. My elbow slamme

Crystal champagne flutes launched into the air,

nsitive hearing of every wolf in the room. The bustli

shed directly across the front o

she looked at her ruined dress, then up at me with wide, tear

e's fury spiked so hard it burned my lungs. His Inner Wolf was claw

e watchful eyes of hundreds of Pack elites, he unleashed a deafen

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