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Marked By Rejection
~OUTCAST HOLLOWS PACK ~
Marked By Rejection
At eighteen, my life should have ended with the last beat of my bleeding heart, but instead, a scorching press of lips ignited a mark that resurrected me into a world of shadows.
Alas, my survival proves to be a curse. I'm thrust into a pack I’ve never heard of, where arrogant Alphas — with antihero tendencies, dominating, chiseled bodies, and mysterious ranks — wrestle for control. I’m nothing here, and it turns out I beat death only to be rejected.
I'm exiled and abandoned, left to die at the hands of whichever predator discovers me first. Only I'm found by the chief's son, Alpha Killian — a man who carries the exact same mark as I.
I've discovered a loophole, and instead of being slain by this cold, merciless man, he decides I'm a worthy gamble. My flesh is deserving of his tender caress, my lips soft enough for his dominating hunger. My body is strong enough to handle his punishments, while my shattered heart summons my hidden talents.
I'm Killian’s secret weapon, but in order to survive, I have to promise him one thing:
I must never be a submissive wolf again.
Prologue: Don't Let Me Burn With Regret
I don't want to die.
The thought rang over and over in my mind as I fought against the ropes holding my wrists captive. I hadn't felt panic like this in a very long time, cold sweat dripping down my body while I struggled to simply breathe.
My eyes darted everywhere in the car, desperate to get a glimpse of any saving grace that would catapult me out of this deadly situation.
Why did this happen? What did I do to land me here?
My way of thinking would be scolded by my therapist, but there had to be more to this than just the wrong place and time. I knew better, and though I was fighting against the tightness in my chest that emphasized the truth of the matter unfolding before me, I couldn't allow myself to accept it.
To admit that, yet again, I've been betrayed by those who should have loved me...protected me.
That was how Kyle died.
Instead of his death motivating me to strive for better, I turned into...this. A helpless woman who took shit from everyone. Not because I was shy or truly weak, but because I was just tired of fighting a battle I'd never win.
I deserved to perish in this world that hated outcasts like me.
"How far out before we reach the woods?"
My eyes darted to the review mirror, hoping to get a picture of who the driver was. The voice was familiar, and they were purposely speaking deeper to disguise their voice.
"Five minutes?"
"Do I really have to wait that long to feast?" I swallowed the lump in my throat as the cloth wrapped around my mouth became more apparent with how desperate I was to speak out.
To scream, be heard, and beg for mercy.
This moment in my life that was surely coming to a dramatic end ignited so many thoughts of regret. I couldn't understand why I couldn't change myself. Why did I have to be such a weak person? No strength, perseverance, drive. I was the biggest pushover, and that was why I sat next to my boyfriend - my apparent kidnapper.
I'd finished my shift like any other person, once again getting cut off on tips because I was "too generous" and couldn't speak up for myself. The long, shitty day was the repeat of my last four years, since I’d volunteered at this cafe before I’d gotten a part-time job at fifteen.
Part-time led to full time, but the pay hadn't changed, and the overtime made me worried about whether I'd ever get paid my fair share versus everyone around me that were doing half the work
I do it to myself.
