Rejected By Him, Claimed By The Emperor

Author: Janie

Chapter 1

Word Count: 800 | Released on: Today at 17:53

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ing a heavy exhaust nut on a Harley. Before I even moved, a sickly sweet vanilla scent cut through the sharp smell of

etal toolbox. I grabbed a dirty rag, wip

s rank and club identity. The President patch sat over his chest, marking him as the young Alpha

ish, a spoiled Club Princess from a neighboring pack, clung to his chest like a boneless

g around a hang-around-one of the wolfless outsiders who washed bikes in t

ur werewolf blood, a scratch like

mark will vanish in five minutes," I said

eyes instantly pooling with tears. "I'm sorr

ical pressure of an Alpha's bloodline slammed into my chest,

I bit my lower lip hard and gripped the iron po

you're a nameless nobody!" Cleon's voice was ice. "G

th low, mocking laughs. No one cared about the pride of an unclaimed girl who wasn't even

once thought would claim me. The last

my grease-soaked rag straight onto

gasp. The laughter in t

d?" Cleon roared, lungi

black ledger from my cargo pants, an

matory brew, healing salve, and custom engine part

w furrowing. "What a

inal page and tapped the red ink. "Deducting the table scraps and th

n his eyes before he raised his voice. "You think you ca

down inside a clubhouse compound or los

unzipped my stained coveralls bearing the club's stencil,

day and don't ever come crawli

ck that ledger in the safe, Prez. Otherwise your new

d to the staff lockers, popped my rusted lock with a piece of wire, and too

ed forward, but one look into my cold eyes made him flinch and back away. I pushed through the g

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Rejected By Him, Claimed By The Emperor

Janie Werewolf

“For twelve years, I worked as a nameless mechanic and hidden healer in the grease pit of the Iron Claws MC, waiting for my childhood sweetheart, Alpha Cleon, to claim me. But today, he brought back a spoiled Princess from a neighboring pack and used his crushing Alpha aura to force me to my knees, just to bandage a fake, invisible scratch on her arm. The patched warriors mocked me as an unclaimed nobody. "Walk out that door today and don't ever come crawling back!" When I threw down the $200,000 bill for my twelve years of service and walked out, Cleon roared that I would be begging to wash bikes before the next full moon. He even let his new girl take over my room and text me to gloat. I gave this pack my youth and my rare White Wolf healing blood, only to be thrown away like a dirty rag the moment he found a girl with better connections. I thought I was done with the werewolf world for good, expecting to live the rest of my life as a rogue. But I didn't crawl back. Instead, I saved a dying stranger from silver-bullet hunters in a dive bar restroom. And when the supreme Lycan Emperor arrived with his convoy, sending Cleon to his knees in absolute terror, I realized the mysterious stranger I had kissed to hide his scent was the apex predator who ruled us all-and he wasn't about to let me go.”