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Betrayed by the Prince, Claimed by the King Novel Cover

Betrayed by the Prince, Claimed by the King

I was sent to the Lycan Prince’s pack to care for the sickly prince, Jared Ross, because of my healing abilities. Jared overturned the entire table of food I had prepared. “A mere Omega dares to lecture me? I allowed you to stand in my quarters, and that’s already a courtesy to you.” I silently cleaned up the mess and prepared another meal. For nine years, I coaxed and pampered him, and the once frail prince grew healthy and robust, his aura commanding and his presence imposing. The Lycan Queen once joked that after Jared found his mate, she would elevate me to a chosen mate. Jared, hearing this, arrogantly tossed me a silver pendant. Everyone said it was a token of affection. During the pack run, his intended mate, Arielle Murray, complained that my scent was too distracting and punished me by making me kneel in the snow all night. He passed by and only glanced at me.
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I was sent to the Lycan Prince’s pack to care for the sickly prince, Jared Ross, because of my healing abilities.

Jared overturned the entire table of food I had prepared.

“A mere Omega dares to lecture me? I allowed you to stand in my quarters, and that’s already a courtesy to you.”

I silently cleaned up the mess and prepared another meal.

For nine years, I coaxed and pampered him, and the once frail prince grew healthy and robust, his aura commanding and his presence imposing.

The Lycan Queen once joked that after Jared found his mate, she would elevate me to a chosen mate.

Jared, hearing this, arrogantly tossed me a silver pendant. Everyone said it was a token of affection.

During the pack run, his intended mate, Arielle Murray, complained that my scent was too distracting and punished me by making me kneel in the snow all night. He passed by and only glanced at me.

“I’ve spoiled you too much in the past. It’s time you learned some discipline.”

Returning to the pack, I learned that my close friend, Mary Bennett, had been framed and imprisoned. I went to Jared to plead for her, but he was too busy teaching Arielle how to track scents.

“An Omega’s life is dictated by fate. Is her life worth disturbing me over?”

That night, I took a plate of food and went to the Alpha King’s chambers.

The rules of this pack are set by those in power. If others can do it, why can’t I?

---

I left the Alpha King’s chambers.

As I closed the door, his voice came from inside.

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow to inspect the pack’s training grounds. I’ll return in seven days. Wait for me.”

I adjusted my collar and replied softly, “The spring air is still cold, Your Majesty. Please bring extra layers.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. “I’ve already given the order regarding your friend. You’ll see her when you return.”

I thanked him and quickly left the chambers.

When I opened the door to my quarters, I saw Mary, whom I hadn’t seen in over a month. She was emaciated, nothing but skin and bones, but she was alive.

“Layla.” Mary struggled to sit up.

I helped her, holding back my tears.

“Mary. I’ve already fetched medicine from the Healer, and it’s being prepared. Once it’s ready, I’ll bring it to you. Rest and recover. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of it.”

Tears streamed down Mary’s gaunt face.

“Who did you go to for help? Where were you all night?”

I looked down and tucked her blanket in. “I went to the Alpha King’s chambers.”

Mary’s voice trembled. “You’re with the Alpha King now? But I know you cared for Jared.”

I shook my head and sighed. “It’s over.”

It’s over…

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