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Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Lycan

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 840    |    Released on: Today at 17:27

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ed on a deep crimson tablecloth, and the stern portraits of past Alphas glared down

used

Clink.

silver fork against a crystal goblet. The sharp, grating

jaw was tight, his Inner Wolf, *Titan*, clear

stop," I said, keeping

t even looking up from his plate.

ed hand over Jace's arm. She offered me a condescending smile. "It t

y, Alpha Jace. It is blatant disrespec

ing. But before he could unleash his temper on me, Leo, emboldened by his mother's defense and the Alpha's sil

in my stomach. I stood

n ice-cold the second I stepped inside. Leo was standing on his tiptoes, reach

nts. The only piece of my soul that hadn't been

a sharp, Alpha-Luna edge bleeding

fiant sneer. "It's old and ugly! Uncle Jace is th

" I lunge

bove his head and hurled i

sickening crash. The black-and-white photo of my parents fl

e swallowed

Leo burst into theat

the boy into her chest. She glared at me with venomous

gressive, suffocating protectiveness-but none of it was for me. He rushed

e broken glass, desperately trying to salvage the torn photograph. A sharp shard sliced

ld like that?" Jace's voice c

ruined photo to my chest.

emained entirely devoid of empathy. "Stop overreacting, Elys

sical blow. He didn't just dismiss

nued, his tone hardening into an Alp

to kneel and apologize to his mistress's b

e years. The last, pathetic thread of my hope sn

ped from my lips, h

three of them, and walked out of the room. I climbed the stairs to my

-suite bathroom, turned on the faucet, and thrust my bleeding

picked up my encrypt

void of any emotion. "Do it. Tomorrow. I don't care

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Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Lycan
Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Lycan
“I was the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, bound in a political marriage to Alpha Jace for three miserable years. But because I was a "wolfless" runt, he never touched me. Instead, he moved his late brother's widow and her bratty son into my wing, publicly treating her as his true mate. He let her son destroy my parents' only surviving photograph and demanded I apologize to the boy. When my cruel grandmother summoned us to the Winter Solstice Conclave-a deadly trial-Jace knew I would be brutally tortured if I arrived without my Alpha. Yet, he chose to stay home to comfort his mistress over a fake stomach ache. "I never wanted a wolfless mate," he had sneered, abandoning me. He handed me over to the Blackwood Pack's Terrace of Correction. Forced to my knees, the silver-laced stone burned my flesh while the blizzard froze my blood. As my vision darkened, I realized he had intentionally sent me here to die. I had swallowed my pride for three years, hiding my true identity and the signed rejection papers I had tricked him into signing, only to be thrown away like trash for another woman's fake tears. Just as I prepared to let the darkness take me, the impenetrable iron gates of the Keep were obliterated by a massive black Maybach. Baron, my terrifying Lycan cousin, stepped into the storm and scooped my scorched body into his arms. "Short every stock tied to the Silvermoon name," he ordered into his phone, his eyes locked on my abusers. "I want Jace begging on his knees by sunrise."”
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