Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Chapter 8

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Davis

ffeur, and drove my own car straight back to the Davis Pack compound on the eastern edge of the city. Darvin's ca

the morning, the room was blazing with light. My uncle Darvin and my aunt Bre

s, sat on the raised platform. He thumped his heavy ironwood

fake, oily smile. "The pack's cash flow has completely rupture

of the floor, crossing m

lion into the pack account today?" I asked c

ll, mocking laugh, wa

k needs is a permanent blood alliance with the Bentons, not some shamefu

w tig

ctly are you

hands together,

to their family to bear high-ranking Alpha heirs." He sneered down at me. "A genetic defect like you can't even

breath of sh

you pick to

Bauer Davis, swayed in wearing a skin-tight sequined dress,

Emma flipped her curled

n. "Only a true she-wolf with superior genes

sional, painted fac

a trash recycling center where yo

e hall as crocodile tears welled in his murky eyes. "Ayla, the Davis Pack raised you for twenty-two years!

hypocritical eyes. "I already sold myself into a s

e. "Tomorrow morning, you will go beg Carmel to take Emma in

n reserved only for barren or disgraced wives. Watching the greedy faces of my only li

syllable ringing clear a

ed, her voice ris

to refuse, you defecti

g an inch from Emma's nose, my eyes l

o Carmel's bed yourself tonight-and see if he doesn

n my gaze, Emma gasped and stumbled b

shed red with Beta rage as he lunged forward, ra

efore his palm could descend, a trem

all were kicked clean off their brass l

pping their heads t

ef Beta executive of Apex 101 Holdings-strode into the hall. Holding a thick leathe

the Davis Pack is truly an ey

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Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Hui Hui Werewolf

“To save my failing pack, I signed my life away in a secret marriage to Carmel Benton, the notorious and terrifying Alpha heir. Meanwhile, my ex-boyfriend Bennet-the man I devoted myself to for five years-got engaged to another woman for power. Yet he still cornered me in a dark parking garage, shamelessly demanding I become his underground mistress. "I took three poisoned blades to the chest to save your life!" he roared, using that bloody night from five years ago to chain me down once again. Worse, my own blood relatives summoned me at 3 AM, ordering me to step aside so my arrogant cousin could take my place in Carmel's bed. They called me a wolfless, defective freak who deserved to be thrown into the streets. For years, I swallowed everyone's abuse because of that crushing blood debt I thought I owed Bennet. But as I stared into his shifting, greedy eyes, a chilling realization hit me. Just nights ago, I had seen a horrific, jagged scar across my new husband Carmel's ribs-in the exact spot where an assassin's blade would strike. Bennet wasn't the one who nearly died for me in that freezing alley. He was a fraud. I slammed my newly signed script contract against Bennet's chest, watching his face drain of color. "We owe each other nothing," I told him coldly, severing the fake debt forever. This time, I was done being their sacrificial lamb.”