Rejected By Him Claimed By Another

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ng at her cheap, tasteless country style kills any mood." Trey Knight's voice dripped with absolute

f the corridor stung my lungs with every breath I took, but it was absolutely nothing compared t

Blackstone Pack, was sitting intimately close to my adoptive sister, Geri Smith. They were laughing softly, their arms elegantly crossed as they

birth? Blood means nothing when you have no class. She can't even compare to a single strand of Geri's hair. Geri has no blood relation to the Smiths, yet she enjoy

igious marriage contract, forcing our precious Geri away in tears, and even using underhanded, despicable drugs to climb into the Alpha's bed. The Alpha is gi

od. He heard every single word of their vicious mockery. As my Alpha and my husband, he should

ath catch, he used his rough thumb to gently wipe a stray drop of crimson wine from the corner of Geri's soft lips. His eyes, dark and

omach clench in pure agony. The crowd around them erupted into low whistles an

her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Sister had a hard time living in the impoverished countryside for so many years. It's amazing she has any manners at all. Besides, I'm not Mom and Dad's biological

him to secure this powerful marriage. But only I knew the devastating truth. I had done absolutely nothing. The mating five years a

ays been lukewarm, commanding, and distant to me, turning a blind eye to the constant mockery I endured from his friends and my own family. No matter what

rn apart by my existence. If I hadn't coincidentally walked by this administrative building afte

ng in the shadows. But instead of looking guilty, they didn't bother to lower their voices. Instead, they deliberately raised their glasses

thing herbal balm I had spent an entire month meticulously preparing, using the rarest, most expensive herbs I could find

trembling hands. It felt like a

cious treasure, a source of infinite strength and love. For me, it had become a toxic

ents, the Smiths, saw me as a disgusting disgrace, vastly preferring the

ained from my fingers.

l, final thud that perfectly echoed the sound of my hea

d in my mind. It was a choice I had struggled with every single day

ou

ding one-woman show

and the sorrow drained from my face, instantly replaced by a cold, diamond-hard resolve. I was

ormally request

ned, suffocating bond myself,