Rejected By My Pack, Claimed By The Lycan King

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 723 | Released on: 07/04/2026

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armored convoy tore through the iron gates of the Graves Dominion estate

boots leaving tracks on the pristine marble s

edical monitors blaring frantic red warnings. In the center, on a massive four-poster bed, lay Alistair Graves. The f

llic tang of blood and that unm

cy intubation!" Dr. Sterling shrieked, snat

in my mind. I knew exactly

ugh the chaos, cold and ab

snapping toward me. "What d

r into the room. "If you force that tube down his throat, his wolf will perceive it

Dr. Sterling screamed, pointing a

arms. My heart hammered against my ribs. If they threw me out, Ali

Damian sat slumped, his eyes vacant, playing the broken inv

er, resting on the a

this moved like a freight train. He stepped betwee

voice vibrating with absolut

unner?!" Dr. Sterling gasped

dying Elder. I peeled back his pale lips. Black lines traced his gums-the sig

ew my blade. The dark, volcanic glass

rgy nodes to release t

ked, abandoning all professionalism as she lunged at me l

ze me, a guttural, bone-ratt

ifying, feral strength, his massive arm sweeping out and sending a

distorted, agonizing snarl that de

. "My Alpha is in dist

rd as she kicked and screamed. The Warriors and nurses scrambled out in

nd slammed the heavy oak doors shut. The

on the room, broken only by

t thrashin

e vanished, replaced by eyes as cold and sharp as obsidian. The suffocating aura of a dying man

casting a long shadow over the bed. He looked down

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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.”