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I was bound by searing silver chains in a damp basement, my pregnant belly heavily swollen. My fiancé, Hampton, and my sister, Cherise, walked in. But Hampton didn't come to save me. "Your only purpose in existing was to serve as an incubator to cultivate gene serum for Cherise," he said coldly. Cherise sliced my stomach open with a silver scalpel and pulled out my premature baby. She laughed, claiming the father was just a filthy Rogue she had hired off the streets to ruin me. But when my dying baby opened its eyes, the terrifying, crushing aura of a supreme Lycan shattered the room. Terrified by the bloodline pressure, Hampton aimed his silver pistol at my newborn. To protect my child, I took the silver bullet and was buried under the collapsing rubble of the basement. As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, a godlike man dropped from a helicopter and desperately pulled my broken body from the ruins. "I forbid you to die!" He roared with grief, his intoxicating scent of cedar triggering our ultimate mate bond right before my last breath. My baby wasn't a mongrel. It carried the noblest blood in the world, and my true mate was a supreme king. Yet I had been tortured to death believing I was just a defective, wolfless piece of trash. Opening my eyes again, the stench of blood and rain was completely gone. I was back in my dorm room at St. Jude Academy, exactly eighteen years old. This time, my hidden White Wolf bloodline was awakening, and I would make them pay back every drop of blood.
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Betrayed by the Alpha, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 1
Karel POV:
Thick silver chains bit deep into my wrists, searing my flesh and sending up curls of acrid white smoke that made my whole body convulse on the torture rack.
The heavy iron door of the damp basement creaked open. Crisp high heels clicked against the concrete floor, echoing through the dark space and squeezing the air right out of my lungs.
Cherise Carlisle stepped into the dim light, wearing a spotless white couture gown. She was the heiress of the Carlisle family-the wealthy clan that had taken me in from the slums as a charity foster daughter-and my nominal older sister.
Now she looked down at me with pale amber eyes full of mockery.
"My dear sister, how does pure silver feel against your skin?"
She covered her mouth and giggled, her voice soft and fragile yet dripping with malice.
In our world, silver is the only lethal weakness to a werewolf, capable of burning away our strength and ending our lives, which is why no pack ever allows it in daily life.
I gasped for air and tried to reach for an inner wolf inside me, but my veins felt hollow and dead. I was just a defective wolfless girl from the slums, born without an inner wolf gene, unable to shift or use a mind-link.
"Where is Hampton? I want to see him!"
I roared in a raspy voice, the ugly red birthmark at the corner of my right eye swelling with heat and blood.
Steady footsteps approached from outside the door. Hampton Harper, my fiance and the Alpha heir to the Harper Pack corporate empire, walked in wearing a tailored black suit like a noble king.
Tears spilled from my eyes as I looked at him with desperate hope.
"Hampton, save me! Our baby..."
Hampton didn't even glance at me. Instead, he gently draped a cashmere coat over Cherise's shoulders and spoke in a low, doting tone.
"The basement is too damp, Cherise. Be careful not to ruin your dress."
His words hit me like a bucket of ice water poured from head to toe, freezing me solid. My eyes widened and my breath stopped completely. He had lied to me from the very beginning.
"Why..."
I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted rusty blood, digging my fingernails deep into my palms.
Cherise leaned into Hampton's chest, laughing brightly.
"For that little bit of special bloodline left inside you, of course. Otherwise, why would an Alpha heir ever look twice at a defective piece of trash from the slums?"
Hampton turned his head, his pale green eyes completely cold.
"Karel, your only purpose in existing was to serve as an incubator to cultivate gene serum for Cherise."
He raised his hand and unleashed his Alpha's Command. In werewolf society, genetics dictate hierarchy, and an Alpha's aura carries an absolute physical compulsion that lower-ranked wolves in the same pack cannot resist. That invisible weight slammed onto my spine like a collapsing mountain, forcing my head down.
I fought against the crushing pressure with everything I had, letting out a desperate, animalistic whimper as the silver chains rattled violently against the wooden frame.
Cherise picked up a gleaming silver scalpel from a metal tray nearby. She walked up to me and tapped the flat of the blade against my heavily swollen belly.
"As for this little bastard inside you, keeping it alive is just a waste."
"Don't touch my baby!"
I lunged forward like a madwoman, but the silver chains yanked me back, tearing the burned skin on my wrists until blood poured down my arms.
Hampton watched me thrash around with dead eyes, showing not a single trace of pity.
Cherise narrowed her eyes and pressed the freezing tip of the silver scalpel against my stomach, slicing through the top layer of skin.
Searing pain tore through my nerves. I threw my head back and screamed, the red birthmark at the corner of my eye burning as if it had caught fire.
Cherise leaned close to my ear, dropping her voice to a whisper meant only for the two of us.
"Do you know the truth, Karel? You really thought the man who slept with you during your heat that night was Hampton?"
I froze, staring at her in terror as memories of that stormy night flashed through my mind-the overwhelming heat, and the man whose embrace smelled powerfully of cedar and pine.
"That was just a filthy, greasy Rogue I hired off the streets! The thing in your belly is nothing but a mongrel!"
She threw her head back and laughed.
No, that was impossible! Every werewolf has a unique scent, and the man from that night carried an aura far too noble to belong to a packless stray!
I shook my head in despair as tears blurred my vision, my birthmark burning hotter than ever before.
Hampton checked his wristwatch impatiently.
"Stop wasting time and cut it out. The blood is going to get cold."
Cherise wiped the smile off her face, raising the silver scalpel high in the air.
I stared straight into their hypocritical faces, burning their features into my soul-if there is another life, I will make you pay in blood!
The silver blade plunged straight into my abdomen, and hot blood spurted out, staining the hem of her pure white dress bright red.
The freezing silver blade twisted inside my flesh, severing the lifeblood connecting me to my unborn child and choking the scream right out of my throat.
Cherise reached into the wound with blood-soaked hands and pulled the tiny, premature body out of my abdomen, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"How revolting. A mongrel reeking of the slums."
She dangled my baby in midair by one arm like a dirty rag.
My head hung low, my vision swimming with blood and tears, yet I used every last shred of strength to keep my eyes locked on my child.
Suddenly, the motionless pup snapped its eyes open.
They were not the cloudy eyes of a newborn human, but a pair of double pupils blazing with the silver-gold light of an immortal Lycan!
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