The Alpha's Rejected and Reborn Mate

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eep up appearances. Someone handed me a cup of forest berry wine, a potent, homemade brew. It was the first

to the Alpha's private lounge was slightly ajar. I saw Alaric inside, surrounded by his senior w

the pack's new era." Then, his eyes briefly flickered toward the hallway, as if he sen

a declaration of my freedom,

world won't have you in it anymore either," I whispere

w corridor. Seraphina emerged from the lounge and draped herself over him, her laughter tinkling like bro

her up into his arms, a princess carry, and str

ly seems

beside me. Her eyes were full of sympathy. My own were burning, but

ith a mate, things are different. For a while, e

e had thought w

ha, and you're just... an Omega. The Moon

lance of our bond. He was the sun, and I was just a minor satellite, p

he chilly, damp night, I saw them waiting by

ned. "It's late, Elara. An Omega shouldn't be ou

laying the peacemaker. "Don't be so h

tarted again. The canopy tilted, completely shielding Seraphina

e umbrella entirely over my small frame, letting the rain s

holding the umbrella, but its shelter was no longer for me. I could

e them a brief nod, and walked past his car, st

anymore. I would be a sunflower