He Rejected Me, So I Married the Lycan King
For ten years, I was the invisible backbone of the Silver Creek Pack.
I cooked the books to hide Alpha Ethan's gambling debts. I ghostwrote the peace treaties that kept our borders safe. I warmed his bed every night, waiting for the bite that would mark me as his Luna.
On the night of our tenth anniversary, I didn't get a ring.
I got replaced.
Ethan walked into the gala with Ashley, a wealthy heiress dripping in gold, clinging to his arm.
When I tried to speak to him, he didn't just ignore me. He used an Alpha Command—a biological weapon that hijacked my free will.
"Go to the kitchen," he ordered, forcing my knees to hit the floor in front of the entire pack. "Ashley is sensitive to the smell of stress. You're ruining her night."
He humiliated me in the house I helped build. He wore the crown I polished for him, thinking I was nothing more than a glorified housekeeper he could discard at will.
He forgot that while he held the title, I held the passwords.
I didn't go to the kitchen. I went to the office.
I initiated a permanent wipe of the cloud backups, reformatted the local servers, and deleted ten years of financial strategies.
Then, I snapped the mate bond and walked out into the rain.
Three days later, I walked back into the conference room.
Ethan laughed, thinking I was there to beg for my job back.
I threw a foreclosure contract onto the table.
"I'm not here to serve drinks, Ethan. I'm the new owner of your debt. Get out of my chair."
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Chapter 4
POV: Chloe
I woke up to my phone vibrating off the nightstand.
15 Missed Calls: Ethan.
I played the voicemail.
"Chloe, pick up. I can't access the offshore accounts. What's the password for the Cayman shell company? The contractors are threatening to walk."
"Stop playing games. Ashley wants to know where the hell you filed the blueprints."
"This is an Alpha Command! Answer me!"
My stomach cramped. Not fear. Disgust. He didn't miss me. He missed his admin.
"Pathetic," Sarah said, handing me coffee. "Delete it."
"I can't just-"
"He is nothing. You severed the link. His command is just noise now."
She tossed a bag onto the bed.
"Get up. It's war paint time."
The afternoon was a blur of exfoliation and hair dye. They chopped my mousy hair into a sharp, architectural bob. Dark chocolate. Severe.
"You were hiding," Sarah said. "Today, you hunt."
The dress wasn't grey. It was red. Blood red. Velvet. Backless.
"It's too much," I said.
"It's a power move. Every Alpha is going to be there kissing the Lycan King's ring. Ethan will be there trying to look important."
We walked into the convention center. The air was heavy with Alpha auras, a pressure cooker of testosterone.
I saw him immediately. Ethan, near the bar, nursing a whiskey. Ashley clung to him like a barnacle, wearing white, trying too hard to look virginal.
My phone buzzed. Text from Ethan.
If you aren't back by midnight to unlock the server, I'm calling the Council to report you as a runaway.
I looked at him across the room. He was texting threats while smiling at a donor.
"Ready?" Sarah asked.
"No," I said. "But let's ruin his night anyway."
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"The engagement is over."
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