Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Davis

biting into my palm as I waited for the elevator in the Apex Grand Hotel lobby. In our society, genes dictated everything fr

g a suffocating wave of cheap, synthetic Omega heat-perfume t

nicured hand looped around a man's muscular forearm. Her g

marble pillars. "Isn't this the defective girl from the Davis f

her. Carmel Benton. The most infamous, good-for-nothing heir of

His deep ocean-blue eyes locked onto mine, a faint, unreadable smirk tugging a

e and met the woman's

n being a desperate Omega spraying cheap phero

purple. She yanked her arm free from Carm

" she shrieked. "Do you want me to

whispered behind their hands, casting pitying glances at me for provokin

rectly to Carmel, waiting to see how

is pocket, he pinched the bridge of his nos

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hysical blow. Her face went chalk-white, tears springing to her ey

s in submission before scurrying away be

towering frame blocked the chandelier ligh

ghter against my chest,

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I could step back, he leaned down, his hot

re my legal

t and clamped around my wrist. His palm was scorching hot,

dangerous laziness beneath his tone. "D

his grip and bit my l

s. Our agreement is st

nd arched a dark eyebrow, a hunter's am

ild, intoxicating scent of cedarwood that clung to my skin. As the brass doors slid s

g the first massive wire transfer from the Benton family trust-my bride price. The tension squeezing my

e heavy oak doors of the script distribution conference room. Three male Beta producers sitting a

n, and slapped my printed scr

's get straight

coffed, tapping a p

about legendary werewolf warriors written by a wolf

he table, displaying a text from my ex-boyfriend, Bennet Noel: