Rejected By My Pack, Claimed By The Lycan King

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shoulder of I-94, boxing in behind a barricade of three black armored SUVs. Red hazard

nion Warriors. Their upper lips curled back, exposing lethal canines, and a low, guttural growl vibrated in their massive c

phone, the screen flashing Onyx's di

mind-link. A second later, the feral hostility dialed back to a lethal simmer. H

d door and slipped inside, cutt

with the sterile stench of rubbing alcohol, the metallic tang of blood,

Damian Graves was te

shirt soaked in cold sweat, his skin a sickly, translucent pale. A human woman in a white

izure!" she shrieked, her hands trembling

ing Lycan. I unzipped my kit and pulled out a

inister unapproved-" Dr. Ste

ith the massive man standing silently in t

voice dead calm. "His wolf is tear

lightly toward the

the nozzle and sprayed the amber

rantic beeping slowed, dropping rapidly to a steady 85 bpm. The suffocating, agonizing aura of

and closing like a fish out of water. Her entire medic

e away and turned

devoid of emotion. "He's being systematically poisoned with

of my words hung heavy in the sterile air. My phone vibrated

ed to

d my wrist with the speed of a striking viper. The grip

g behind my eyes. My breath hitched, my knees threatening to buckle under the sudden, terrifying weight of absolute belonging. I

yself to l

were pitch-black, obsidian pools of pure, unadulterated possessiveness. H

hroat and leaned in just enoug

ous, unspoken gravity. Then, slowly, deliberately, he uncurled his fing

heavy SUV door open, and stepped