Alpha Tyler's Rejected Mate

ays a glimmer of kindness somewhere. But here, in the Blood Moon Pack,

I was once the Luna of the White Walkers Pack, a respected woman, a mother. Now, I am less th

f the brush tear at my already raw skin, but I don't stop. I can't stop. The head Omega

e-wolf as she walks past me, deliberately kno

I lower my gaze and bite my tongue. I learned my lesson the hard way-the firs

es, grabbing a handful of my hair an

us, their taunts echoing in the kitch

'am," I

own and walking away. The sting in my scalp is noth

s, my body moving on autopilot as I complete one task after another-scrubbing fl

the ones I once helped train when I newly arrived now see me as nothing more

barely stand, but my

"Alpha Tyler wants his room cleaned befor

means. The Alpha's room is the last place I want t

oor to his bedroom. The scent of cedar and musk fills my nose. The room

uscles screaming in protest. Every movement fe

een cleaning when the door sudde

aking sure there's nothing out of place.

and spi

his usually sharp golden eyes clouded, h

unk." I

le. Alcohol doesn't affe

mutter to my

mighty Alpha Tyler be drinking something

tively step back, but there's nowhere to go. He is faster. Strong

ce is low, slurred,

t down," I say cautiously, reachi

tumble backward, but before I can catch myself, he falls with me

elming. A low gasp escapes my lips as his aura surro

The scent of alcohol and somethin

rneath his pants, throbbing in bet

screaming at me to push

nantly, and he began to kiss me with passion, quenching the an