Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

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Word Count: 721 | Released on: 30/03/2026

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and piercing eyes of Kain Blackwell. My husband on paper. A man I bar

. He just pushed the

instantly severing the chaotic noise and freezing rain of New York. The interior was a warm, dry sanctua

ulders. The moment his knuckles brushed my damp skin, a violent, electric spark shot through m

ge was soaked through with blood from where Kira had intent

oice was a low, lethal rumble t

enigmatic man-a man I assumed was just a rogue businessman-how thor

I lied, looking away

w. I could see it in the dangerous, predatory darkening of his eyes. But instead of calling ou

rapped fresh gauze around my palm. The sheer, unexpected tenderness from a man who radiated su

ouse," he stated, his tone

ha's cage; I wasn't about to walk into another man'

essive instinct, his Inner Wolf clearly furious at being denied the chance t

Link. He was issuing orders to his Pack. Then, the tension in his

my penthouse

ce. Adelina's little stunt at the gala was nothing but a desperate plea for attention. A

bed, sobbing and ready to beg for my forgiveness. I was ready to br

oom door open. "Adel

died in

ap blazers. The dresser was empty. Even the damn Egyptian cotton sheets s

left absolutely

a blinding, feral rage. My Inner Wolf clawed at

She thought she could just walk out of my

o wolf, no protection. She would have to come crawling back to Davenport Tech tomorrow morning to finalize

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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.”