Rejected By My Pack, Claimed By The Lycan King

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Word Count: 687 | Released on: 07/04/2026

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SUV, washing away the phantom heat of Damian Graves's grip. My heart w

a wall of solid muscle in black tactical g

unmistakable sign of a mind-link. When his focus sna

," Gunner rumbled, his deep voice

ady being shoved into the back of another Graves SUV by t

, keeping my voice devoid of the pan

gestured toward the sleek Gulfstream G650 idling on the tarmac

expose everything I had spent years hiding. I swallowed my pride, hunched my shou

rile trauma ward. The scent of rich leather was entirely overpow

rt monitor. Her eyes raked over my muddy boots and soaked tactical hoodie. She didn't recognize the clin

voice shrill with bruised ego. "Don't you dare

nodding meekly as I tri

smed outward, striking the bedside table with brutal force. A plast

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for the plastic rim, my fingertips brushed against Da

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ungs. It wasn't just static; it was a terrifying, soul-deep resonance that made my b

his heart instantly smoothed int

his breathing deep and even, but the agoni

He was testing the connection, drawing whatever he

ed, snatching the cup from m

, sinking into a cream-colored leather seat. I pulled my noise

s spooling up, Dr. Sterling's bewi

to Gunner, the absolute shock evident in her tone. "He

ad boarded this plane as a captive, but the sleeping Lycan in the front cabin had just tied an invisible,

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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.”