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Rejected Mate's Vengeance Rising

The night I was awarded Best Actress, the grand screen at the ceremony mercilessly displayed my private photos. In an instant, I went from a celebrated actress to a pariah, hounded by the media. Even my family, the Lynch Pack, was threatened. Those photos, however, were taken by my own mate, Osiris Johnson. Determined to confront him, I headed to an exclusive club frequented by high-ranking werewolves. Before I could reach him, I overheard his conversation with his friends at the entrance. "Hey, Osiris," one of them sneered, "your mate’s photos are driving us crazy. How about bringing her over for a good time tonight?" Osiris chuckled, his voice dripping with disdain. "Sure, for five hundred bucks a night. That’s all she’s worth now." "Five hundred?" another laughed.
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Chapter 2

I was thrown roughly onto the bed, the impact jarring my bones. The room reeked of sweat and malice, the air thick with the scent of dominance and cruelty. A man lunged at me, his massive frame towering over mine, his hands tearing at my clothes with an iron grip I couldn’t shake off. His wolfish strength was overwhelming, his aura suffocating.

"Get away from me! Please, let me go!" I screamed, my voice raw and desperate, but my cries only stirred more laughter from the men surrounding me. They were Deltas from Osiris’s pack, their loyalty to him absolute, their respect for me nonexistent.

One of them grabbed my ankle, forcing my legs apart. The cold air invaded through the ripped fabric, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my wolf cowering in the back of my mind, her whimpers echoing my terror.

"Stop acting like some saintly virgin. We’ve all seen those scandalous photos," one of them sneered, his breath hot on my neck. His voice dripped with contempt, his words slicing through me like a blade.

I turned my head in a futile attempt to escape his touch, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. Someone captured the moment on their phone, the flash blinding. Their laughter was a cacophony of cruelty.

"Leaking the starlet’s private escapades online will definitely go viral, hahaha!" one of them jeered, his voice laced with malice.

My wrists were tightly bound with coarse rope, the rough fibers chafing my skin until blood trickled down my arms. I thrashed about, clawing at the sheets, but I couldn’t break free. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, her fear mirroring my own.

"Help..." My voice grew weaker, the last shreds of hope slipping away, leaving me at the mercy of these predators.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Noelle strolled in, her presence commanding immediate silence. She surveyed the scene with disdain, her sharp eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of me. "This is what you call entertaining? How pathetic," she said, her voice cutting through the room like a whip.

She walked over to me, pulling a small bottle from her purse. Without hesitation, she forced my mouth open and shoved a pill down my throat. I struggled, but the pill still slid down my dry throat, the bitterness lingering on my tongue.

Then she pulled out a small knife and held it close to my neck, cutting off my necklace—a gift from Kyree, my brother. "Amiri, you always wear this around me, just to irritate me," she said, her voice dripping with venom.

Using the knife tip, she traced my neckline, dangerously close. "Don’t blame me for this," she whispered, her voice low and menacing.

The blade nicked my skin, and blood oozed out, the pain sharp and immediate.

"Oh dear, it’s bleeding!" she exclaimed mockingly, tossing the knife aside. The men around us laughed, their voices a chorus of cruelty.

Noelle lifted her chin, flaunting the marks on her neck, brushing her fingers over the mate mark left by Osiris, her voice sultry and teasing: "Your skin is so sensitive, it turns red with the slightest touch. Not like me, I spend the whole night with Osiris to get these marks."

Hot beads of blood trickled down my collarbone, the pain eliciting a sharp intake of breath. My wolf snarled in my mind, her anger flaring, but there was nothing she could do.

The men around us laughed raucously. "Noelle, you really know how to turn up the heat!" one of them shouted, his voice filled with glee.

Someone reached out and pulled off my last remaining strap, the fabric tearing with a sickening sound. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly broken.

Osiris stepped into the room, and immediately, the others fell silent, their deference to their Alpha palpable. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His dark eyes bore into mine, cold and unfeeling.

His thumb wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, his voice icy: "Amiri, did you really think you were some kind of angel? This is what you get for crossing Noelle and betraying me."

I was speechless; my blood ran cold as the voices around us barely registered. The men’s laughter was a distant echo, their cruelty a blur in my mind.

"Let’s see her play innocent now. Soon she’ll be begging us to stop," one of them said, his voice filled with dark anticipation.

The world began to blur as my consciousness slipped away, my body feeling aflame, as if tossed into a furnace. The drug coursed through my veins, my skin burning hotter by the second, yet all I could do was wriggle helplessly in a futile attempt to escape.

Osiris released me, his voice dripping with disdain: "Once you’re done, throw her out onto the street. Let everyone see the real diva."

With that, the men erupted in uproarious agreement. "The Alpha has spoken, don’t hold back, guys!" one of them shouted, his voice filled with glee.

The drug’s effects intensified, my skin flushed and burning. My wolf’s whimpers grew louder in my mind, her fear and anger intertwining with my own. I felt myself losing the battle, the darkness closing in around me.

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