The Alpha's Rejected White Wolf Mate

was nowhere to be seen. The air was thick with champagne and praise, but eve

camera flashes. The whispers in the room confirmed it: their packs were merging, sealed

an Omega, handle this." Not an apology, just an order. That was the mom

me, even taking credit for the billion-dollar app born f

ied that night. I walked into a back o

operty transfer for my "worthless" art. He would never read the fine print. With

pte

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pagne, human perfume, and the faint, clean scent of oil paint

ectric charge o

me

ha. My

o exhibition. The culmination of years spent hunched over c

lk dress I wore, a deep midnight blue. It was elegant, but it fel

. "A toast to the Alpha's mate

d like a slap. *The Alpha's mate.* Not Aryana Mason,

e other Blackstone wolves in the room. Some were pitying. *Poor thing, he stood her up.* Ot

a pack together, to create a family. But tonight, it felt li

largest piece, a swirling vortex of silver and shad

llery, which was supposed to be showing a loop of my dig

here

neill. My

tress in a perfectly tailored suit. His powerful body was angled pro

Alpha Female of

ssive-wild ginger and desert sun. She was a predator, a

ry grew louder, no longer

tween Blackston

e will be seale

uple. An Alpha and

turned to acid. This wasn't just him being la

, directly into my head. A cold, deta

n Omega, handle this litt

nt of apology. Not a flicker of warmth. It

rs snapped. The sacred bond between us, the one the Moon Goddess had wo

alright

gallery owner. His Beta scent, warm earth and old books, was

in the Mind-Link. *That fool Alpha! He's just like the last one who br

"Aether" project-the revolutionary app that had made Oneill Tech billions. The inspiration had come to me in a

the magic thrumming beneath the paint. But acknowledging it wou

e. He had taken the most sacred part of my soul, the magic

y being small and silent, finally died. In its place, a cold

reak. I would

d figh

dn't even shake as I pulled out my phone. I scrolled to the contact for

transmitted through a s

ise it as an Intellectual Property transfer agreement for all my 'Aether' concept

rifying calm of a coming storm. He was about to sign away his soul, and he wo

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