Rejected By The Alpha, Carrying His Secret Heir

cally searching my stomach to con

d mate, Alpha Julian, w

give up my Luna crown and

a traitor's daughter, just to save

t even had the chance to

nd eventually comp

ath in the snow to frame me, Juli

and when I tried to comfort hi

e fireplace, and I bled out o

the mountains to search for Elara's remain

for a liar could completely destroy a sa

his guilty face, I did

ct you, Julian

lips without a tremor, and

pte

ia

of dark, carved wood that stood like a mausoleum

y bellows, labouring to draw

frantic search for the warm,

was

r like the wings of a trapped bird, beat a

was sti

been r

hinges, its complaint breaking the fu

n wal

Pack, the supreme leader who he

lso my f

y who created our kind, ha

ance of pine and winter snow, was now so

e of the bed, refus

hesitation that grated on my ears. "I mus

ng the heavy fur-lined

y what he was

" Julian said, his jaw clenching. "His daughte

dsome face, feeling

ck, a feral and mindless monster that roamed the wild until they starved or were hunted down. "I owe her father my life," Julia

I said softly, fini

surprised, b

live in servitude," he explained. "She wants a ti

f the pack, the mother of all me

rily calm. "You wish for

Separation-an ancient ceremony that temporarily suspends a title without severing the mate bond. It will strip you

e of Se

like salvation-a clever loophole that would le

tead, his words, like a dull saw, had begun to tear apart the small, tightly-held vi

d cried, begged, and

the rite. I ha

lian had hidden her. A guard had delivered a wooden box to the castle-inside, a single bloodied winter rose and a letter professing her

nd when I forced my way in to comfort him, he had looked at me with eyes t

ia!" he had roared. "If you had just steppe

. His hands had met m

. The crack of bone. The hot gush of blood.

me. He had run into the mountains to search for Elara

cold fire that calcified every soft

did not shed

ectly into h

ct you, Julian

single tremor. Not the rite. Not a perfor

The mind-link, the telepathic bridge that connected our souls

stark, grey rivers on a map. His eyelids retracted, exposing the blood-shot whites of his eyes as he felt the bond

clutching his chest. "I spoke of the

ection," I stated co

pasm violently. A second, phantom heart hammered against his rib

ancient law. A rejection spoken wi

teeth, forcin

pt your rejectio

f our soul bond turned

, as if suddenly drained of their marrow, could no longer support

His voice cracked. "But it w

t is,"

acting out in pain. He thought t

ured his name from my heart forever-a