The White Wolf's Secret: Rejected By The Alpha

tar, the silence of the temple

Ceremony, but the

estream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping o

was fragile glass, captioning it:

ck House, humiliated, I w

th a slap fr

"Alpha Aura," claimed my m

my family locke

when I overheard their hush

er said, her voice

ood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a

od ran

t me; they planned to h

Omega they exiled to the Nor

hat in the North,

, a warrior forge

d and pulled out my b

meatloaf,"

leaving. I was

mpty

a P

l kind of silence, but the heavy, suffocati

streamed through the high glass dome, illuminating dust m

sed to be irrevocably tied to another for eternity. The ceremony is a formali

a was missin

monial robe, a heavy garment embroidered with silver threads depicting

elt like

gainst my hip lik

Luna should be poised. Patien

ication from the pack's official

lcomes Eris Darkthor

over the screen

d at the private airfield.

ted on me. There was my mother, wiping tears of joy. The

ere wa

. My mate. The

rp enough to cut glass. But he wasn't looking at the cam

My s

s triumphant. Cain rushed forward, bypassing the guards, and offer

wer recognizes true power.

y entire family. My mate. Welcoming the sister who abandoned t

nding at the altar,

The mate bond is supposed to be a private san

e are you? The High Pri

n, his voice echoed in my

d. She's exhausted. The flight

d, keeping my mental voice stea

ter has returned with the gift of an Alpha Aura. This is a his

tion sever

a for

s, who was pretending to polish a chalice to avoid my gaz

elled," I said. My vo

started, "Alpha Cain is

etained. He

avy fabric slid off my shoulders, pooling on the dus

re a simple blac

going

r was cool, but it didn't sting as much

for years by the drugs my parents forced on me

owled, her voice like grin

eed. We d

ly quiet, tonight it was blazing with

rand foyer was a nightmare of balloons

agne. The pack's elite were l

was the invisible dau

for the

er

a

s in hand. He looked at me with a

d. "Mom has been looking for you.

e temple," I

s hungry. She wants her favorite meatloaf. The one you

I wasn't his sister. I was a glor

tired,

ris is fragile. She needs protein to maintain her new Alph

al

ng at something Eris whispered, his hand

even loo

d. "I'll go t

Good. And wash up first.

t not to wash up. I

ris, sent a week ago. "Lavender and Honey,"

. My skin ting

n a rash so severe I couldn't shift for

ke, I smelled the truth

h to weaken a wolf over time. Just e

gnored me. She had

ng back was pale, but her eyes... flec

weak, Vespa whis

he soap int

ned my leather-bound jou

ith today's date, I

remony: Ma

obituary f

h. Far beyond the manicured lawns and p

dhood exiled because my parents couldn't afford

es there. They didn't know w

journal. Scre

going