Alle Kapitel von THE BILLIONAIRE LYCAN KING'S REJECTED HEIRESS: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

The Moon Goddess has a cruel sense of humor.She mated me — a broke, human waitress who couldn't afford rent — to Alexander Thorne, the Billionaire Lycan King of Manhattan.And tonight, he was going to reject me in front of everyone.I stood outside his office on the 87th floor of Thorne Tower, my hands shaking around a cheap bakery box. Inside it was a single cupcake with one candle. My mating gift for him.Through the glass wall, I could see him.Alexander Thorne didn't look like a man who owned half of New York. He looked like a weapon. Black suit, black shirt, no tie. Hair as dark as midnight. A scar cut through his left eyebrow — from the last Alpha War, they whispered. His eyes, when they weren't cold, glowed amber. Like a wolf's.My wolf had been whimpering inside me for three days, ever since I smelled him in the elevator.Mate.The word had been scratching my throat since I was eighteen. I had never shifted. My mother told me I was too weak, too human. But when Alexander step

The human ER smelled like bleach and old coffee. Not like snow and pine.The human nurse pressed the thermometer to my forehead and frowned at the monitor."103.9 fever," she said. "Heart rate 118, you're tachycardic. And you're dehydrated. When was the last time you ate or slept?"I couldn't answer. The rejection pain was eating my ribs.Liam stood in the corner of the tiny curtain cubicle, arms crossed, golden eyes dark. He had carried me in like I weighed nothing. The humans stared at him — six-four, scar through his eyebrow just like his brother, suit covered in snow."She stays," he told the nurse. "Bill it to Thorne Tower. Private account."The nurse blinked. "Insurance?""No insurance," I said quickly. "I have $43."Liam looked at me then. At my thrift-store coat hanging off the chair, at my waitress shoes still full of slush, at the bakery box crushed under the hospital bed.His jaw locked. Just like Alexander's did."Leave us," he said to the nurse.She left.Liam pulled the c

Legally, killing Seraphina Cole took 20 minutes.Isabella's lawyer came at 9 a.m. with coffee and a stack of papers. He didn't look at my thrift-store coat. He didn't look at my swollen eyes."Miss Cole, you have $43 in your bank account, no lease, no next of kin claiming you, and a positive pregnancy test from a Miami drugstore this morning that says you are four weeks along," he said. "Miss Romano is offering full adoption as an adult heiress. You will take her name, her port, and her protection. Do you understand?"I held the pregnancy test. Two lines, darker now. Four weeks."My mother —" I started."Your mother signed a non-disclosure agreement 26 years ago for $50,000," Isabella said from the balcony doorway. She was in a different white pantsuit. "She took money to tell you you were human. She will not be looking for you."The paper in front of me said: Petition for Adult Adoption and Legal Name Change.From: Seraphina Cole.To: Seraphina Romano.Under reason, Isabella had writt

We landed at Teterboro at 9 a.m. in first class.Four years ago I left Manhattan on a Greyhound that smelled like piss. Now I stepped off a private Romano jet — Isabella refused to let us fly commercial — with a four-year-old in a $300 sweater that he had already stained with orange juice, and a carry-on full of port contracts."Don't look up at the tower," Isabella had told me before we left. "If you look up, he will smell your fear. Look straight. You own half the Eastern Seaboard now."Leo held my hand tight. He had never seen snow in real life. Miami in December is 78 degrees. Manhattan was 28 and snowing. The same kind of snow as that night."Mommy, why is the air hurting my face?" he whispered."Because Manhattan is rude," I said. And then I saw it.Thorne Tower. 87 floors. Black glass. Still standing like nothing had happened.Five years ago I bled on its steps. Today I had a meeting on its 87th floor.Liam was waiting on the tarmac in a black SUV. He looked older. Scar through

Elena Stone was still beautiful. That was the worst part.Red dress, blonde hair, Stone Pack royalty perfect. Except the belly. It was too high. Too round. Too still. Like a prop pillow taped on."Mommy, why does that lady have a pillow under her dress?" Leo had asked.The 87th floor went dead silent. Every Beta, trader, and lawyer froze. June stopped breathing.Elena's hand tightened over her fake bump. Her blue eyes flashed wolf-blue."Alexander, who is this child?" she said, voice sharp like glass. "And who is this woman? Why is a child in your boardroom?"Alexander didn't answer. He didn't look at Elena. His hand was still hovering near Leo's ear, near the crescent mark.Leo, being four and brutally honest, pointed at her stomach."That's not a real baby," he announced. "Real babies kick here." He pointed to my lower stomach where he had lived. "Yours is too high. Tia Isabella says ladies who put pillows are lying."Liam choked on his coffee from the hallway."Enough," Alexander sa