Return of the Alpha's Rejected Mate
om the start there where five packs ruled by five different Alpha's which were The Frostbite Pack, Pinefang Clan, The Hollow Ridge Pack, The Nightbane Pack and
ved wars, rogue attacks, even the betrayal of their own. But he
it the Moo
by the glade. The old spell woven into the land softens, and the pull of the mate
here is laughter, jo
c, food, and hope. Eyes meet across the fire. Hearts race. And somewhere in the crowd, tw
pha, his job is to protect them, to lead them. But even he isn't immune to th
ound his ma
oes across the glade, even Kael can't help
od, wine, and the buzzing energy of possibility. Many had already felt the stirrings
Arya a
d never had a care in the world. Mira's long curls bounced as she laughed, tugging Arya i
t dancing," Arya t
se you-I am majestic. You, on the other
burst into
ulled by invisible threads, drawn by the magic of
ever feel it?"
ce unreadable for a moment. "Maybe.
rling again, her skirt brushing
"To lose myse
ent quiet f
ll, if nothing else, I've got you. A
st tightening with gratitud
riends under the stars, laughing l
t night of her life. Her eighteenth bi
ight air had cooled slightly, brushing over Arya's arms like a whisper. Around them, the celebration
roan. "Okay, my legs are giving up o
up at the moon. It hung heavy and full, bathing everyth
d see. It was a feeling-quiet at first, like th
eath c
iliar and unknown all at once. Like someone calling her name without a voice. Like
wly, eyes scan
ked, propping herse
ink I need
a smirk, but Arya didn't respond. She rose to her f
n't exactly gentle either. Her heart was racing. Her wolf stirred r
som
where the light of the celebratio
her side of the tree
f a tall figure, half in shadow, it looked so be
was
ma
ed into fists. Sh
she wh
n she'd worked so hard to stay invisible, to kee
. The bond snapped into place, invisible and elec
ed by the Alpha, she was an omega and am orphan b
t words sli
ct you,
rowd
ut the look in Kael's eyes-icy, calcula
You're weak. An orphan with no power, no rank. I
shattered
ose like smoke-pity, s
ond tear, like fles
.." she whispered, he
straight to Camilla the Pack's Shaman's daughter, f
n't cry.
forest, into the
ne thing before
nger. And you'll wish