Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Davis

nger seat, I bit the inside of my cheek, climbe

attling air conditioner barely worked, circulating the sharp scent of w

n gates of the Benton Estate-a sprawling, heavily fortified territory at

atbelt, the estate's Beta butler h

he former Luna has been waiti

of the car, Carmel walked around the hood and slid his arm

my temple. "Tonight is just a

on a velvet sofa was Denise Rowland Benton, the former Luna of the Benton Pack. Even in he

lust from earlier vanishing completely, replaced

tfully, keeping my pos

ning, Mad

ith a soft clink. Her sharp eyes studied my face

age contract, you are part of the Benton Pack

n surprise,

Grandm

nise's lips as she gesture

eep this old woman

I shifted my weight, the heavy silver laurel-leaf bracelet in my shallow coat pocket slipped out

to solid stone. The warm air in the parlo

quiet, yet every syllable dripped

ly reached down to shove

st a piece o

ng force. Because silver is toxic to our kind, even the proximity of the pure metal made a fai

idn't he?" he ground out

s brow furrowed as she se

t is the mea

mpletely, his burning

ut and thr

, fueling the stubborn pride in my bo

property. You have n

heavily, his Alpha dominion pressing down on

uppression, my vision blurring at the edges, y

N

tal coffee table, flipping it over with an ear-splitting crash

eyes dark with a mixture of volcanic rage and

. Moments later, the savage roar of a sports car engine tore through the

at the shattered crystal at my feet, a hot, i

ing over the rug, she rested a wa

lpha's possessiveness over his mate is sometime