The Unwanted Runt Becomes The White Wolf Luna

pected to find my Fated Mate. I

arcus, the future Alpha and the man I had secretly loved, looked

sneered, his voice echoing

cle. Your bloodl

reject me; he

reject you

it. He banished me to the human city, leaving me

and the agony of a severed soul tie. I accepted that

d to swallow me whole, a pair of s

an fed me his blood and whispere

wled, his power vibrating against

runt. I w

the pack that threw me away. Marcus is about to marry ano

at the biggest mi

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inst my cheek, a familiar chill that seemed to seep straight into my marrow. It was a cold I had

b cracks of the single window pane, the Alpha house loomed atop the hi

lived

at felt reckless, dangerous. He was the future Alpha of the Ob

were frayed, the paper yellowed with age. I opened it to the latest page: a ch

o the graphite smudges.

kening. It is the day the dormant wolf spirit within us claws its way to the surface. It is t

oddess's face. I nursed a secret, fo

up, R

e Beta's daughter, stood there with a sneer plastered on her perfectl

the leg of my cot, hard. "Get to the kitchens. The Alpha ne

er the pillow, my heart ju

her nails. "If you even survive the shift tonight. Everyo

I was the dust beneath their feet. I cleaned, I cooked, and I absorbed the abuse bec

tone steps of the training grounds. My hands were ra

l there

smooth like velvet o

turning it into a blinding halo. He wasn't looking at me with the usual disgus

ng the drills. "Make sure she gets a break before ton

Thomas repli

ble in his eyes, before striding away. My heart hammered against m

erately kicking over my bucket. Dirty water soaked my knees. "H

d onto that small mo

iant silver eye watching us judgmentally. The entire Pack g

pine and damp earth. My skin began to itch, a deep, burning s

nnounced, his voice boom

d blinding, sha

d, ground to dust, and knitted back together in a new, alien shape

reaking against the roots. My vision blurred into a haze

t, overpowering, and absolute. It smelled like storm cl

toxicating thing I

gh the haze of my transfo

n feet away, stari

i

st time, screaming with joy. The connection was instant. A golden thread of energy s

a sickening crack. The pain vanished, replaced by a sud

tark white, but it looked thin, frail against the

oward him, my wolf whining in submission and adoration. Mate, I

t move. He d

to see in his eyes.

but with a cold, clinical assessment. His gaze swept o

the clearing

was ice, cutting through the

he wagging of my ta

adow swallowing my small form. The golden

ry member of the Pack. "You have no muscle. Your bloodline is

gainst my skull. The rejection in his eyes hur

aid, shaking his head. He looked around at the Pack, catc

. His eyes were void of an

ian Sand Pack, reject y

were a phy

ed keen ripped from my throat, a sound of pure animal misery. The pain was absolute. I

ced me back into my human skin. I lay naked and shive

f my sight," M

g a trembling hand out tow

ck on me without a second glance. "Take her to the

rms, dragging me roughly

Marcus said, stopping

build in my mind. He was the Al

bye,

na

udden and terrifying. It felt like being buried alive in a tomb. My

As we drove away, I watched the moon through the rear windo