Rejected by the Pack, Chosen by the True Alpha

Chapter 2

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Rejected by the Pack, Chosen by the True Alpha

William Jafferson Werewolf

“For three years, a rogue witch named Tanya wore my skin. She drank wolfsbane like fine wine-her dark magic smothering the allergy that should have killed my body within hours. When a lunar eclipse finally frayed her grip, I clawed my way back into my own bones and rushed downstairs, desperate for my family to see the daughter they had lost. My mother slid a cup of wolfsbane tea toward me without lifting her eyes. "Mom, you know I'm allergic. I nearly died from it as a child." She slammed the table and called my suffering a pathetic bid for attention. My brother, the pack's chief healer, watched me swallow the poison and convulse on the floor. Hours later, he stood over my hospital bed and told me the rooftop was thirty stories high-if I really wanted to die. Even Caleb, my fated mate, choked me until my bones creaked. He threw me into a silver dungeon swarming with rabid rats, accusing me of stealing a necklace I had never touched. I couldn't understand how their love had become so blind. How could they not recognize my own soul? They watched me swallow a fatal flower, convinced I was nothing more than the witch throwing a tantrum. They didn't realize they had tortured their real daughter to death until my heart flatlined and a maid found the missing necklace tucked inside a cat's bed. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in that cold hospital. My guardian spirit had woven me a new, breathtaking body-the vessel of a legendary White Wolf. This time, when they come crawling back, I won't feel a thing.”