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From Rejected Maid to the Lycan King's Queen

The clerk at the Registry couldn't look me in the eye when she turned the screen around. My status didn't say "Luna" anymore. It said "Rogue." My mate, Alpha Jackson, had secretly replaced me on the official paperwork three years ago with his mistress, Candida. When I returned to the Pack House, Jackson didn't just bring Candida home; he brought a five-year-old boy he claimed was an orphan. "This is Joey," he announced, his eyes cold and glazed over. "Since you are barren, he will be the future Alpha." I tried to accept my fate as a servant in my own home, but they wanted me dead. The boy, looking like an angel, brought me a bowl of soup. "For you, Mama," he smiled. But as I reached for it, he splashed the scalding liquid over my hands. It wasn't just hot soup. It was laced with concentrated Wolfsbane. As my skin sizzled and peeled, the boy threw himself on the floor, screaming that I had attacked him. Jackson didn't check my burns. He didn't listen to my pleas. "Submit!" he roared, using the Alpha Command to force me to my knees. He made me apologize to the child who had just poisoned me. That night, listening to Jackson mate with Candida in the room next to mine, the bond finally snapped. They wanted the Luna gone? Fine. I dialed a number I hadn't used in years. "Hamilton," I whispered to the Lycan King. "I need a plane. And I need it to crash."
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Chapter 5

Elena POV:

I collapsed in an alleyway. My phone buzzed.

Where are you? Come back immediately. Candida needs you.

He didn't ask if I was alive. I laughed, a wet, gurgling sound.

Minutes later, the pack SUV skidded to a halt. Jackson hadn't come. He sent his Beta, Marcus.

"Get in," Marcus said, grim. "Alpha's orders."

"I... need... a hospital," I gasped.

"We are going to the Infirmary. Candida fainted. She needs blood."

I froze. "What?"

"She lost blood from a scratch. Her blood type is rare. Rh-Null. You are the only match. Get in."

They dragged me into the car.

At the infirmary, Jackson was pacing. His leg was already healing.

"Where have you been?" he shouted. "Candida is weak!"

"Jackson," I whispered, pointing to my chest. "My ribs..."

"Stop making excuses!" he roared. He grabbed my arm, right over a bruise. "She is the future of this pack! Do your duty!"

They strapped me to a chair. They stuck a thick needle into my vein.

I watched my red blood flow out, into the bag for the woman who stole my life.

After the bag was full, they unstrapped me. I was dizzy, vision tunneling.

"Go sit with her," Jackson ordered. "I have to deal with the police report."

I stumbled into Candida's private room. She was sitting up, looking rosy. The "scratch" was gone.

"You look terrible," she smirked.

"Why?" I asked hoarsely.

She leaned forward. Her eyes flashed green.

"Because I am hungry," she whispered. "And your Alpha is a feast of energy. I will suck him dry, and then I will destroy this pack."

"Witch."

"Shh."

Joey walked in, holding a silver fruit knife. He looked at me, then at the knife.

"Joey, no."

He lunged.

I was weak, drained, and broken. But I dodged. Joey threw himself against the wall and dropped the knife, screaming.

"She tried to stab me! Daddy!"

Jackson burst in. He didn't ask questions. His aura exploded.

It hit me like a hammer. I flew backward, slamming into the cabinets. Glass shattered. I coughed up blood.

"Take her," Jackson said to Marcus. "Lock her in her room. Pack Discipline."

Marcus grabbed me. But as they dragged me down the hallway, I saw men in black masks near the exit. Rogues.

Marcus shoved me out the back door. "Sorry, Luna."

Before we reached the house, the Rogues jumped Marcus. They grabbed me.

"Is this the one?"

"Yes. The client said to make it hurt. Use the silver chains."

They slapped a collar around my neck. Pure silver. It sizzled, cutting off my connection to my wolf completely.

"Who sent you?" I gasped.

"The new Luna. She wants you gone before the Alpha changes his mind."

I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, past the pain.

Hamilton, I projected with my last ounce of strength. It is time.

I am coming, his voice roared back. Hold on, Elena.

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