Rejected By Him, Claimed By The Emperor

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ing a heavy exhaust nut on a Harley. Before I even moved, a sickly sweet vanilla scent cut through the sharp smell of

etal toolbox. I grabbed a dirty rag, wip

s rank and club identity. The President patch sat over his chest, marking him as the young Alpha

ish, a spoiled Club Princess from a neighboring pack, clung to his chest like a boneless

g around a hang-around-one of the wolfless outsiders who washed bikes in t

ur werewolf blood, a scratch like

mark will vanish in five minutes," I said

eyes instantly pooling with tears. "I'm sorr

ical pressure of an Alpha's bloodline slammed into my chest,

I bit my lower lip hard and gripped the iron po

you're a nameless nobody!" Cleon's voice was ice. "G

th low, mocking laughs. No one cared about the pride of an unclaimed girl who wasn't even

once thought would claim me. The last

my grease-soaked rag straight onto

gasp. The laughter in t

d?" Cleon roared, lungi

black ledger from my cargo pants, an

matory brew, healing salve, and custom engine part

w furrowing. "What a

inal page and tapped the red ink. "Deducting the table scraps and th

n his eyes before he raised his voice. "You think you ca

down inside a clubhouse compound or los

unzipped my stained coveralls bearing the club's stencil,

day and don't ever come crawli

ck that ledger in the safe, Prez. Otherwise your new

d to the staff lockers, popped my rusted lock with a piece of wire, and too

ed forward, but one look into my cold eyes made him flinch and back away. I pushed through the g