Rejected By Him, Claimed By The Emperor

For twelve years, I worked as a nameless mechanic and hidden healer in the grease pit of the Iron Claws MC, waiting for my childhood sweetheart, Alpha Cleon, to claim me.

But today, he brought back a spoiled Princess from a neighboring pack and used his crushing Alpha aura to force me to my knees, just to bandage a fake, invisible scratch on her arm.

The patched warriors mocked me as an unclaimed nobody.

"Walk out that door today and don't ever come crawling back!"

When I threw down the $200,000 bill for my twelve years of service and walked out, Cleon roared that I would be begging to…