Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The Alpha

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knuckles white. The ceremony was supposed to have started ten minutes ago. But the space

d union, stared back at me like tiny, mocking eyes. The wind tugged at the delica

nfusion, then swelled into a wave that crashed against the silent altar.

ride. What d

to my side, her face pale with panic. Her own scent,

, barely audible over the rustling leaves. "The

wayed, and for a terrifying se

w, but enough. I forced my spine straight and fi

s that ringed their territory. His power was a physical presence, a pressure in the air that made it harder to breathe. His dark eyes we

. Her expression wasn't pitying or cruel. It was something far more unnerving:

a comm

d-in-command. He stumbled to a halt before the altar, his eyes wide with t

ery eye in the Black Fores

resented the letter to his Alpha. "Alpha,"

He slid the single sheet out, his eyes scanning the words. I watched the muscles

e paper disintegrated into

ht. When he spoke, his voice was loud,

has eloped w

hock, outrage, and worst of all, laughter. The sound hit me like a physical blow.

bbed my arm, her grip the o

born she-wolf from another allied pack. An Omeg

ha heir," a woman from my own pack, the Silver

for the Black Forest,

They weren't shamed for me; they were annoyed by the inconveni

hostile faces. Humiliation was a tide, pulling

sed m

er me. I felt the pull of it-the sweet, dark prom

I open

ty was gone. In their place was a co

up and tore the veil from my hair. The del

it to th

hey scattered across the cold sto

the gasps of my own attendants. I looked past the

most powerful ma

a Fen

d. It cut through the noise. His

ted m

ngth with every word, "when a union vow is broken at the altar, the wronged

e. No one had expected this. They ha

ething-surprise? respe

voice ringing with a conviction I didn't know I posse

ner, demand my

my words settle. I held the Al

ed the final, i

bound male of Fields blood, here an