Rejected by the Prince, Chosen by the Lycan King

iet

d fire was being injecte

e a frail, sixteen-year-old girl deemed a wolfless disgrace. The original owner of this broken b

ife. I had survived interrogations that would break grown men. As my consciousness vio

e crippled and notoriously cruel Prince Bryce. Charlize's tearful refusal. Her running to her se

e metallic tang of my own blood against the

ma

my cheek, snapping m

ou wolfless trash," a

e face twisted in a mask of disgust. Before I could even brace myself, his expe

ster anymore," a sickeningly swee

d like a fragile porcelain doll, her eyes brimming with fake tears. "She just d

ristine toe of Braydon's shoe. I glared up at my ha

asped, my voice soundi

dramatic step back into Br

h-ranking mistress who paraded around as the Luna, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. The

eel of her shoe directly into the back of my head, grinding it against my skul

n hers, memorizing the exact angle I wou

carefully, Juliet. You are going to get in that transport tomorrow and serve Prince Bryce. If you re

blind woman who had shielded this body from the world's

hy Rogue," Braydon whispered, a wicked smirk playing on his

oritative voice boomed

porch. He didn't even look at me with an ounce

ommand. It forced my face back down against the bloody stones, my muscles locking against my will.

of the Silver still embedded in my shredded back, was too much for

into my mind. I was no longer the weak, crying Juliet they knew. I wa