Rejected by the Heir, Claimed by the Alpha King

ana

nting the sky in bruis

ed into two suitcases. My car

one last thi

tree, centuries old, where pack lovers carved their initials. It was a

d stupidly in love, I had carved

ow. The letters wer

et. The handle was leather, but the

n like acid. But it was the only thing t

where my skin brushed the metal guard

ted to

ra

chips

ra

re you

e voice. Jax. And the gi

I said, gouging the w

top it! That's silver! Y

d, slashing the kni

shocked by

g, a muddy patch of land that separated

ard. "She's crazy, Ja

A boy who thought he was a god, and a g

you from my emergency contacts.

s voice dropping to that danger

nd sto

sh me this time. She stomped on my bad

erked back. My b

, sliding down

mud was thick, smelling of rot and decay. It coated

standing on the high gr

overed in filth. H

. "You belong in the mud. Stay there a

took Catalina's han

me in th

ng the cold seep into my skin.

en, I

eat in

t

wasn't mine. It was a

t.

. My knee screamed, but I ignored it. I crawled u

, dripping

ials were destroyed. Only a ja

he silver burn was bli

" I wh

ok back at the Pack House. I didn't

ugh the gates, leaving the Iron Claw

n't pa

ke a chain

meet again. Because the next time you

York, toward the unknown, toward th