Rejected By My Pack, Claimed By The Lycan King

Author: JESSICA KIRK

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 720 | Released on: 07/04/2026

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the rusted awning of a pawn shop, water dripping steadily onto my cheap canvas jacket. I kept my shoulders h

ending a spray of dirty water over my boots. The driver didn't get out

ckseat. In the rearview mirror, Justin Frye's nose wrinkled in profound disgust. He was an Omega, the lowest ranking wo

ry, trash," Justin muttered,

pathetic, tr

he cabin, sliding up to seal me in the back. The second it clicked s

cross the screen, exploiting a vulnerability in the Lincoln's Bluetooth network. Justin wouldn't

Justin's voice crackle

are waiting under the I-94 overpass. Let them have their fun. Break her spirit,

one. They thought I was a lamb being led to the slaughter.

neath the massive concrete pillars of the I-94 overpass. The locks clicked shut.

rth, and feral aggression seeped

leather seats and my lap in shattered glass. A fi

gh-pitched, te

went t

ow straight into his exposed throat. Cartilage crunched. He dropped with a choked gu

e cheap, decorative stick from my hair bun. It wa

with feral intent, their bodies easily twice my

ng his arm instantly. I spun, sweeping the knee of the second, feeling the joint snap under my boot. A stri

er. Six massive rogues lay groaning and twi

pour and the frantic, hyperventilating

ed smear off my titanium pin onto his flannel shirt, and slid i

face pale, his eyes wide with a primal, suffocating terror. He was star

m, my eyes dea

said, my voice devoid of a

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Rejected By My Pack, Claimed By The Lycan King

JESSICA KIRK Werewolf

“I was the pathetic, clumsy, wolfless stain on the Blair Pack. My family treated me like an abomination, a shameful secret they desperately needed to erase. To finally get rid of me, my stepmother and sister orchestrated a brutal ambush. They sent me to an isolated highway overpass in the freezing rain, trapping me in a car surrounded by six massive, feral rogues. Their goal was to completely break my spirit before shipping me off to an asylum. While I was supposedly being tortured in the mud, my sister stood at our pack's grand gala in a stunning red gown, weeping perfectly timed fake tears. "My poor, wolfless sister couldn't handle the pressure of our world. She ran away tonight and has become a Rogue." She publicly announced my death sentence while my Alpha father stood beside her, silently endorsing the lie that stripped away my identity and branded me a target to be hunted by neighboring packs. They thought they had flawlessly disposed of their dirty little secret. They truly believed I was just a defenseless, broken doll crying in the backseat, ready to die quietly and take their sins to the grave. But they had no idea what they had actually unleashed. I wasn't a fragile Omega; I was a highly trained, lethal cleaner. And as I crashed their perfect ballroom alongside the terrifyingly powerful Lycan King of the Graves Dominion, I was ready to burn their entire world to the ground.”