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Claimed By His Uncle: The Lycan's Forbidden Mate

Claimed By His Uncle: The Lycan's Forbidden Mate

Author: Hua Luoluo
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1018    |    Released on: Today at 11:05

e Bent

s Benton," the Beta server sneered, deliberately

t. In a penthouse packed with blue-blood Alphas whose raw authority made the f

ked, keeping my spi

ver tossed out, his smile rancid. "Though if

k on the glitz and corporate vultures of the gala floo

of Suite 802 were

a woman's breathless, filthy

sed two fingers against th

ones of an Alpha in rut. Crumpled across the foyer floor was the bespoke charcoal suit jac

threshold in

nd his hips, her manicured hands gripping his dark hair. Chloe Sterling. The rising pack

dn't even flinch. Instead, a venomous, triumphant smirk curved her crimson lips, and she sa

blinding acid su

I didn't let a

ears ago. My hand snapped out on raw instinct, closing arou

he room with all the

nity with an ear-splitting crash. Te

ed frame, his shirt torn open, his chest heaving as

cian slipping on instantly. "Wait! Don't be insane-this

spered, the rage chilling

ngagement diamond on my left fing

l and sprinted i

press lifts just as the chimin

and an explosion of strob

! It's Pa

he wolfles

telephoto lenses and microphones, sw

Page machine would pin the entire scandal on my defectiveness by sunrise. I backed

Benton! O

ehind me swung inw

the abyss, thick fingers clamping

force violently hauled me off my feet,

hut. The deadbolt engaged wit

lding as a slab of granite. A broad, scalding palm clamped

the dark, scraping low and let

is aura

r and bitter black cedar. It carried an ancient, reality-warping Lycan sovereign pressure so co

ribs, lifting my feet clean off the carpet, pinn

of his hands seared into my flesh, sending violent, el

et none of the paparazzi paused outside our door. The beast holding me was projecting such a thic

s faded down

his palm. "Let.

ead dipped into the curve of my neck, his nose brushing the vein pulsin

reath turned ragged, feral-as if he were waging war aga

violently, he

table in the dar

h black, his voice dripping wi

ght hallway. I didn't look back. I tore off my high heels, grabbed the

floor fire door a

arms crossed over a blood-r

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