Rejected by My Mate, Claimed by the Enemy Alpha

oday was supposed to be my coronation as Luna of the S

a "barren field" and sneered that he was replacing me with his pregnant mistre

Luna, holding up a fake doctor's note as proof of my failure

me to my knees. "She has attacked your future L

r, they tore my back open before his warriors threw

the terrifying Alpha of our rival pack, Ron Moss. He looked at my tattered clothes and bleeding wound

ess she

pte

ie

The memory is a blur of pain and fear, a sharp cont

but this one felt forced, invasive. Ron's voice, a low rum

wler. Your litt

that truly broke me. He was with his new lover, watching the

he link, devoid of any warmth. "Teach her

flashback.

e my coronation. The day I officially became Luna of the Silver Moon pack. E

s wr

omach. The door was slightly ajar, and I heard his voice, not through the Mind-Link, bu

ing to his

Locke sneered, and the sound was like ice

ing to do, Alpha

tile. Julie is just a barren field." Locke chuckled, a low, ugly sound. "I'll give her three days. Three d

just break. It

grand clearing where the ceremony was being held in my simple jeans

k of fury. His Alpha's Command, a force that

this, Julie? Why are you

ying to buckle my knees, to make me apologize. But the pain

s and his expression hardened

n years, we have waited for an heir. For a sign of the Moon Goddess's ble

Tucker, stepped forward. She was glowing, her hand

and she carries the future of this pack!" He held up a piece of paper-a doctor's n

ream. I felt nothing but

ack that was now whispering and p

nt followed me. "I'll be waiting

my path. She smiled, a smug, triumphant look on her face, and strok

broke through the numbness. I shoved her

our Luna!" som

his grip like iron on my arm. He sa

shed down on me, absolu

irt, the humiliation burning hotter than any physical pai

orn child. She will be punished." He nodded t

ken, I stumbled through the ancient forest that bordered our land. The diluted silv

heap of leaves

o a tree, this time on the edge of a cliff. A tall, imposing figur

the rival Black Fo

ked me over, his gaze lingering on my tattered clothes and bleeding wounds, and t

ice a low, questioning mur

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