Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Davis

ridor wall. Harper gripped my upper arm so tightly her n

happening in the

y arm free, turned back, and sho

ly onto its side, littering the carpet with shattered porcelain and dark pools of spilled red w

a broken doll, blood gushing from his sh

vealing corded forearms speckled with Preston's blood. Along the walls, the wealthy pack elites huddled tog

blood and a broken tooth, his

are beat me over a worthless wolfless bitch? M

far more ancient and lethal than an ordinary Alpha's red glow. He took a singl

h the hall. Preston let out a bloodcurdling shri

ief from his trousers, he wiped the blood from his knuckles with s

e terrified crowd, his dark golden gaze lock

nce in his eyes receded, replaced by a suffocat

nd a marble pillar, h

id you see that? He nearly killed the Stone heir just beca

onscious body, a delicate socialite who had been sitting near Carmel'

e. He hadn't lost control because Preston insulted me; he had gone b

wallowing the absurd t

ly, tugging Harper's sle

service exit. The chilly night air hit my flushed

warned, patting her chest as she unlocked her van. "The rumors ab

le to tell her that my name was alrea

Silvercrest City. Bennet's earlier text had reminded me of one thing: my late mother's notebooks and my backup script manuscr

elt like a sick joke now. Using my spare key, I unlocked the front door. The

itcase from the closet, and stuffed my remaining clothes and handwritten drafts insid

ven it to me for my birthday, claiming its pure silver links would war

natched the bracelet and shoved it deep into my coa

oom door, the violent, deafening roar of a twin-tu

ide. My heart leaped into my throat. I wa

like a crouching beast. The driver's door was kicked open, and Carmel stepped

o me through the second-floor glass as if he were abo