Rejected By Him, Claimed By The Emperor

Chapter 4

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of the room. That single look from the man in the back boo

f cheap coffee on the table before him, flanked by five ma

eeth, a rare tremor in her voice. "Even the coun

on against my thigh. Forcing my gaze away, I tugged Kacy's sleeve and led h

ck coffee, her hands shaking so badly the d

ravel outside. Three motorcycles painted with the I

behind him, his face dark with fury. Spotting me in the corner booth, he marched

locked my numbe

elids. "We have nothing left to say,

ble. "I'm giving you twelve hours! Get your ass back to the gar

outing. Several Mother Chapter Enforcers at the

an narrowed his gaze and tapped a

-wearing the Sergeant at Arms patch that gave him the right to pun

with heavy, unhurried strides and planted himsel

ick with the scent of old blood, "

rogance drained from his face. He lowered his gaze slightly, tilting his chin down as a lesser Alp

s said coldly. He turned his head towa

re officer of the Emperor's Mother Chapt

nge a man whose pack collected his monthly tribute. Shooting me a venomous gl

beside our booth, looking down at me. "Ma'am. My boss sa

went straight to my jacket

opal pin, and held it out to him. "Give it b

behind his spine, polite yet immovable. "I don't

n leaned back against the red leather, watching me the way a wolf watch

nto a diner fight for a garage girl? And why, when Cleon was threatening to drag me back t

thout starting a brawl, I shoved the pin back int

k booth, sending a chill straight up my spine. Kacy and I jumped into her pic

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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.”