Betrayed by the Alpha, Fated to the Lycan King

“I was bound by searing silver chains in a damp basement, my pregnant belly heavily swollen. My fiancé, Hampton, and my sister, Cherise, walked in. But Hampton didn't come to save me. "Your only purpose in existing was to serve as an incubator to cultivate gene serum for Cherise," he said coldly. Cherise sliced my stomach open with a silver scalpel and pulled out my premature baby. She laughed, claiming the father was just a filthy Rogue she had hired off the streets to ruin me. But when my dying baby opened its eyes, the terrifying, crushing aura of a supreme Lycan shattered the room. Terrified by the bloodline pressure, Hampton aimed his silver pistol at my newborn. To protect my child, I took the silver bullet and was buried under the collapsing rubble of the basement. As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, a godlike man dropped from a helicopter and desperately pulled my broken body from the ruins. "I forbid you to die!" He roared with grief, his intoxicating scent of cedar triggering our ultimate mate bond right before my last breath. My baby wasn't a mongrel. It carried the noblest blood in the world, and my true mate was a supreme king. Yet I had been tortured to death believing I was just a defective, wolfless piece of trash. Opening my eyes again, the stench of blood and rain was completely gone. I was back in my dorm room at St. Jude Academy, exactly eighteen years old. This time, my hidden White Wolf bloodline was awakening, and I would make them pay back every drop of blood.”