Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

Chapter 7 7

Word Count: 718 | Released on: 30/03/2026

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e closed the distance between us in a heartbeat, his fingers digging brutally into my uninjured arm. He yanked me away from the ce

I choked out, my voice trembling

ut my pain. He only cared about the spectacle I had caused. His eyes

o your Luna,

est. It was an *

designed to force any lesser wolf to their knees, stripping away free will. My bones ached u

st thread of my devotion snapped. The agony in my soul eclipsed the physical co

silent room. Jase's eyes widened in sheer shock. A

ced, my voice steadying with every word. "As of today, I am no l

a devastating blow to his pride. Then, a cruel, mocking laugh tore from his throat. He turne

e, Adelina? You are just an assistant. A convenient Omega to warm my bed. Know your place."

ghted giggle, her Inner Wolf practica

re me wasn't the savior I had loved; he was a monster I had fabricated in my own d

l, genuine smile. "Thank you, Jase

appreciated labor-and let it drop. It hit the marble floor with a heavy thud, l

Alpha," I said softly.

lap to an Alpha's face. Jase's jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth would shatter

ntire Davenport Pack. I kept my chin high, my heels crunching over the sh

rated, leaving me hollow, shivering, and entirely alone on the wet pavement. The neon lights bled into the puddles, the sc

redatory grace. It was a flawless, vintage platinum-gold Aston Martin DB5-a car that

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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.”