Rejected By Him, Claimed By The Emperor

“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.”