Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

Chapter 9

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, stale sweat, and human anxiety, but none of it mattered the moment Damien stepped fully into the room. His Lycan aura-a suffocating, invisible force field o

ly unlocked a heavy me

wung open, my h

e bolted to the floor was Jamison. His bottom lip was split and crusted with blood,

gasped, rus

stomach. For a second, I just held him, breathing in his familiar scent. But the relief was

a punch at Caleb Thornton? Jamison, your Ivy League acceptances, your en

nds. His good eye flashed with a defensive, wou

m. Damien stood silently in the corner, a massive, unreadable statue blending

leaned forward, his chest heaving. "I was at the club on the Upper East Side. Caleb was there

d. The air in my

rembling whisper. "He was laughing about how he humiliated yo

er bullet straight to the ch

't Caleb's cruelty that broke me; it was the crushing realization that my defect-my broken, w

te him, burying my face in my hands as a ragged, ugly sob

ffocating silence, brok

shadows

, torrential rain, and dark Cuban tobacco flooded the c

e a low, smooth rumble that vibrated in the marr

g stranger who had walked in with me. But before my brother could snap

ien continued, his charcoal eyes locking onto Jamison with supreme, unquestio

ely paralyzed by the Lycan's oppressive weight. I lowered my ha

y destroying everything he relies on. You dismantle his wealth. You strip his status. You rip out the

is words hung in the air. It was

to a profound, terrified awe. He swallowed hard, his eyes

athed, his voice barely a whisper.

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Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

Julian Reid Werewolf

“I was the Thornton Pack's brilliant but "wolfless" assistant, a defect they treated like a charity case. After years of letting the Alpha, Caleb, control me to prove my worth, he publicly humiliated and discarded me for a pure-blooded pack princess. Heartbroken and drunk at a bar, I accidentally bit and marked a terrifying stranger who saved me from two creeps. I woke up to find out I had drunkenly claimed Damien Blackwood-a ruthless billionaire and the apex Lycan King of the werewolf world. To prevent a pack war over the claiming mark, Damien trapped me in a two-year contract marriage, treating me like a convenient political tool. Right after we signed the papers, I got a call from the police. My little brother, Jamison, had been arrested for punching Caleb, who was bragging about ruining my dignity. At the precinct, Caleb sneered at my misery, threatening to destroy my brother's future. Seeing the fresh bite mark on my neck, Jamison exploded in handcuffs, screaming that Damien had blackmailed me into his bed to get him out of jail. I begged Damien to step outside so I could explain this horrific misunderstanding, feeling like I had sold my soul to a cold-blooded predator. But Damien ignored my pleas. He pulled me behind him, his suffocating Lycan aura crushing everyone in the room. "Yes, she was with me last night, because she is my wife." Before anyone could process the shock, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness. "And I didn't marry her to solve a problem. I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years." I stared at his broad back, my blood running cold as I realized I had no idea what kind of monster I had just bound my life to.”