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Claimed By My Husband's Ruthless Lycan Brother

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 984    |    Released on: Today at 22:22

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essed my spine flat against the cold tile wall, d

his bare shoulders and shoved, but it was like

g, zeroing in on the faint, crescent-moon birthmark sitting just below my left collar

d, his lip curling into a mocking sneer. "Is Dillan really that useless

nger's mouth made my stomach twist with

is none of yo

is thumb and forefinger clamping hard aroun

ner of his mouth. "Though I am curious how a woman married for f

er. Every drop of blood drained from my f

nothing more than a despised ornament in the Graves estate--an Omega so

into a shrill shout as I twisted my head, tr

, trapping me compl

red, his voice brutally blunt. "A wolf's body doesn't lie, and nei

hout thinking, I swung my free hand up t

tched my wrist out of midair an inch from

hanking me right now. If I hadn't held back at the last second, my

ale's scent gland to complete the Marking, an unbreakable soul-bond formed; if he had ma

tears welled in my eyes again. "Is it money? Tell

eight of his Alpha dominion slammed into my chest, forcing my

insect. "Do I look like a starving alley

he opened his fingers and tossed my wrist aside as if touching me

slid his arms into it, every movement radiating the co

d toward the nightstand where my clutch purse had fal

ompact and phone back into the bag, my finger

k to him as I stood up. "If you breathe a single word of this to anyone

tood there fastening a pair of platinum cufflinks, watchi

d of worrying about me, you should figure out how you're going to

into my clutch, pulled out a travel bottle of heavy floral perfu

oded into the air. Across the room, the man's jaw tightened

oward the wet bar to pour two fingers o

ock on the nightstand made my heart skip--my flight bac

o put an ocean between myself and this

r my ruined heels. Barefoot and dressed only in his long white shi

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Claimed By My Husband's Ruthless Lycan Brother
Claimed By My Husband's Ruthless Lycan Brother
“For five years, I was the despised, untouched wife of the Graves Pack's future Alpha. To force a divorce, his mistress drugged me with Wolfsbane during a trip to Europe, leaving me to be ruined by rogue wolves. Desperate to survive the feverish Heat, I stumbled into a dark hotel suite to hide and ended up losing my innocence to a terrifying, dominant predator. Terrified of being executed for breaking my mating vows, I fled back to the pack estate before dawn. My husband only mocked me, cuddling his mistress while his mother forced me to my bleeding knees on broken porcelain. "Say one more word, and I'll pull the plug on your crazy father's hospital room!" I swallowed the humiliation, knowing my father would die without their money. Just as I thought my life couldn't get any worse, the patriarch announced the return of his long-lost eldest son-a ruthless, billionaire Lycan who was taking over the pack. I was ordered to dress up and attend the welcome banquet to play the obedient sister-in-law. But when the armored convoy rolled through the gates, a suffocating wave of winter cedar hit my senses, freezing the blood in my veins. The ruthless Lycan returning to claim the pack throne was the exact same stranger who had claimed me in that European hotel.”