Rejected By The Alpha: The Starlet's Return

ke and reshaped for my First Shift, I look

n. And as the moon de

him, desperate for the bond to s

, he re

e spat, his voice

pack's debt. He didn't reject me because I was unfaithful; he broke our

ting it land in a pool of my own swe

asn't enoug

he border, they released doctored photos accusing me of sleeping with Rogu

ldozing my mother's rose garden, l

the wild. He thought the r

d out of a limousine in fr

J.B., the face of Vogue, carrying the awake

g gold, thinking he could simply sna

he massive sapphir

Pack standing behind me, ready to tear

pte

me

process and more like being fed into a woodchipper. It

. My muscles spasmed, knitting themselves into something new. But the phys

the walls of my mind,

e," a cold vo

rdian since the border wars took my parents. And, as my wo

e of humor. The most powerful Alpha

between us crackled with the Bond, a magnetic h

I whisper

tures. He looked immaculate in his tailored suit, smelling of

l me that,

wore a diamond the size of a grape. She smirke

rred. Her voice was syrup laced with ars

He needed a Luna to secure the Northern alliance. An

rew heavy, pressurize

in my chest. "You are weak. You bring nothing

d against my rib

he Blood Moon Pack, reject you,

it like a p

NA

reak; it detonated. I screamed as something vital wa

mper and went dormant, curling into a

onse. Silence would drive

h a blur of tears. The he

up metallic-tasting blood. "I, Ja

ished. I felt ho

the floor. It landed in a pool of my own sweat. "This covers your

aster Suite tonight. Oh, and Autry? Those ugly white rose

told the butler, no

und my neck-my parents' legacy.

where I lay. "And open the windows.

assie clinging to

r a destroyed soul, listening to his footsteps f