Rejected by the Wolf King, Reborn as His Doom

Rejected by the Wolf King, Reborn as His Doom

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Rejected by her fated mate and left to die, omega Eira is reborn centuries later as Lyra, a powerful warrior-witch with one purpose: destroy the Wolf King who broke her. But Alaric doesn't recognize the mysterious woman his wolf claims as mate. As he falls for her again, she must choose between the vengeance that brought her back and the love that refuses to die. Some bonds transcend death. Some curses demand blood.

Chapter 1 The Cursed Omega

I soon came to understand that hope was not to be mine.

My mother died the night I was born. She bled under the red moon with the pack healers praying and praying and praying and it didn't help. They said the moon cursed me and took her breath with my first breath. Perhaps they told the truth. I never looked upon her face nor heard her voice but I felt her shame and it became me.

The slums outside Silvercrown territory smelled bad and full of sadness. I grew up in a small shack with holes in the roof, owned by a wolf who took in orphans like they were owed money. We worked for our food, but it was never enough. Thin soup. Stale bread. We got beaten if we moved too slow or talked too loud.

I was ten years old when I was sent to the packhouse. There was always someone to clean the floors and tip the toilets, and foul omegas did not deserve any better. The labor was laborious. My hands were sore and cut by the soap. My knees were bruised by kneeling on the stone. But I held my head down and did not utter any words because to remain alive one had to be unnoticeable.

The other maids shunned me. They said I was bad luck and bad things would befall the man who got too near me. One kitchen girl who grew friendly to me fell downstairs and broke her arm. One guard who grew friendly to me lost his job the next day. I soon gave up trying to make friends.

I did have one unique gift that made me not quite so lonely. Animals trusted me. Sick birds would come to perch on my windowsill. Street dogs tailed me through the market. One time I spotted a wolf cub trapped by an anvil trap, whining and bleeding. I freed him and bound his leg with torn pieces from my only good dress. He licked my hand and took off running back through the trees. At times I would be reminded that perhaps I wasn't quite cursed. Perhaps some living creatures could sense the kindness I struggled to conceal from people who only observed my bad blood.

The packhouse was a chilly place full of beautiful people who stared at me as if I were just furniture. I supplied them with meals, did their laundry, and heard them discuss politics and power. The Wolf King resided within the eastern wing, and I'd just once seen him from afar. He was tall and dark-haired. He moved with the air of someone who confidently possessed the privilege to be in command.

I did not think about him much. Kings resided in another world where girls like me did not exist.

Everything shifted the week I turned eighteen. First, the nightmares began. I'd wake up choking, my body sweating, with visuals flashing through my head that I could not make sense of. A bloody crown made of silver. A throne room filled with yelling. A man's voice saying a name I did not recognize. The pack healer said it was common among young wolves approaching first heat, but these did not sit right. They seemed to be warnings.

Next was the full moon ceremony. Every member of the pack attended the main courtyard to recite renewed oaths of loyalty under the goddess's illumination. I'd never attended before because house servants weren't considered significant, but the head housekeeper ordered me this year to serve the wine to the nobles.

I attempted to remain inconspicuous and walked through the crowds with the tray held aloft. The ceremony was moving but agonizing. Wolves stood together and stared up at the moon and sang old melodies. I permitted myself to imagine I could be one among them and be connected to and strong.

That's when it happened. The bond clicked into place like a rope tightening around my chest. I stumbled and dropped the tray. Silver cups clinked against the stone, and wine spread like blood across the courtyard. Everyone looked at the clumsy servant girl who had ruined the important moment.

But I hardly noticed. My whole body was on fire. Every nerve felt alive, full of need, with a connection so deep it was like coming home and falling off a cliff at the same time. My wolf, asleep and quiet for eighteen years, suddenly woke up with a howl that only I could hear.

Mate. Mate. MATE.

I saw him on the other side of the courtyard. King Alaric stood on the raised stage, stillness emanating from him, his silver eyes pinned to me. His face looked pallid. His hands held the edge of the stone railing with so much strength that his knuckles turned white. I saw his chest rise and dip quickly as he drew breaths and fought the same feeling that was destroying me from the inside.

The crowd grew still. The wind appeared to stop. All could sense it, the change in the air, the way the moon's light shone upon us now as if it were a stage lamp.

Seraphine, the court seer, emerged. Her cold eyes sparkled with an expression that seemed to be satisfaction. "The goddess has spoken," she declared, her voice echoing through the courtyard. "The prophecy commences. The accursed omega has been elected as the king's destined mate."

Murmurs erupted. Shock. Disgust. Fear. I heard each hateful term as a knife. Impossible. Unthinkable. The king could not be connected to something like her.

The bond wasn't bothered by what they would think. It pulsed between us, distinct and strong. I searched out Alaric's face to see approval on it, perhaps comfort that we'd each come upon what any wolf desired. Instead, I saw horror

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