Rejected by the Prince, Chosen by the Lycan King

Chapter 3

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grand gates of the Palmer Packhouse, a fleet of black bulletproof SUVs idled, their engines

air. His face was deathly pale, his eyes swirling with

y Warrior growled, grabbing my b

vel, my blood running cold

rous warning. "I, Alpha Harold, command you to get in that transport,"

. But as the command hit me, a strange, icy resilience flared deep within my veins.

widened in she

"I will not marry you. My father and Alpha Heir Braydon are playing you for a fool. They forged a death warrant against my mother to force

rd. Bryce's head snapped toward Braydon, his

you lying bitch!

heavy leather boot slammed into my ribs with the force of a freight train. I flew backward,

y. "Do not listen to this insane girl!" he shouted, feigning the heartbreak of a betrayed father. "Her mother, Estelle, is

an to sneer at me, easily sw

My ribs screamed in agony, but my hands were steady as I reached into my

rasped, tossing it di

other mating with a Rogue. His knuckles turned white, the paper crinkling under his furious gr

rippled fool you can just toss your garbage to, Harold? I will not accept this insult. Luna Queen Augusta

n't the suffocating pressure of an Alpha. It was something far more terrifying. A fai

tention upward. High above, on the secluded balcony of the Packhouse'

, his abyssal black eye

Prince Bryce is humiliated,"*

ced hearing caught Ezekiel's cold, rumbl

k amusement in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of my defiance against t

of absolute power, stubborn weakl

his wheelchair around and barked orders for his men t

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Rejected by the Prince, Chosen by the Lycan King

Bu Gui Werewolf

“I was a modern surgical prodigy who died in an accident, only to wake up in the battered body of a despised, wolfless Omega. My father, the Alpha, forced me to be a substitute bride for a notoriously cruel, crippled Prince, just so his favorite daughter could be with the Alpha Heir. To save myself, I publicly refused the marriage, revealing I was completely barren from years of abuse. The furious Luna Queen didn't kill me directly. Instead, she humiliated me by gifting me-a barren, useless Omega-to her worst enemy, the terrifying Lycan King. Then, she forced a lethal bowl of Wolfsbane down my throat to permanently destroy my womb and made me crawl out of the palace on my bleeding knees. My Pack abandoned me to freeze to death outside their iron gates. "Keep it locked. Let the wolfless trash freeze to death out here," my sister sneered from the warmth of the estate. I dragged my broken body over the walls, only to find my blind mother beaten half to death just for begging for my life. I learned my father planned to announce my sudden "illness" in two days to tie up loose ends and protect my sister's reputation. But they didn't know the crippled Prince's condition was unstable, and his inner wolf would seize again. And they certainly didn't know that my custom titanium surgical needles had crossed over with my soul. I gripped the cold metal in my pocket, wiping the blood from my chin. I will use the Prince's life to force the Royal Pack to become my absolute shield, and dissect my abusers piece by piece.”