The Lycan King’s Mark

Tiffanie L. Campbell Paranormal

As soon as my brother Nickolai died in a parachuting accident, my husband, Alpha Tobias, moved his widow, Vanessa, and her son, Noah, into our packhouse.
He said Noah shouldn’t feel displaced, and that Vanessa needed support.
But I knew the truth.
He’s always wanted her. And now that Nickolai’s gone, it’s only a matter of time before he takes her to his bed, the same bed that should have been mine for the past three years.
He was never in love with me. Our marriage was a convenient shield, something to keep the elders quiet, to fend off his arranged fiancée, and to keep his former beta’s wife, Vanessa, safely out of scandal’s reach.
He just forgot one thing: Me, the only real casualty in his game.
I stood there, just out of view, watching Vanessa and Tobias, preoccupied with dressing up as some picture-perfect little family with their pirate prince and their matching smiles that Halloween night.
And at that moment, they didn’t look like a borrowed family.
That’s when it clicked.
I was done. Done pretending I was okay with that.
I wouldn’t wait for the finalization of the rejection. I wouldn’t wait for permission, confrontation, or some dramatic explosion where I finally got to scream all the words I’d bottled up for three years.
I didn’t need to burn the house down.
I just needed to leave it. Quietly, cleanly, for good.
And when he finds me again, I’ll already belong to someone else—the Lycan King, who calls me his.

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