The Alpha's Rejected White Wolf Mate

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euphoria mixed with terror washed over me. Freedom. I held it in my hand, a

e mate bond, now officially severed by his own hand, was beginning to un

s deafening. I walked through the opulent rooms, seeing them for w

. It was an encrypted email with

the Cascade Foothills Artist Sanctuary in Oreg

e Moon Goddess herself. A p

esitation, I replied,

o Portland. I booked it, the confirmation

paintbrushes, my sketchbooks filled with frantic visions, a handful of old novels with c

of my position-I left them all behind in the cavernous

h morning. I blamed it on the stress, on the spiritual trauma of the Rejection. The bond w

g a canvas, a thought struck me. I pa

e. It w

one mated to a powerful Alpha, t

against my ribs. On a trip to the art supply store, my feet carried me, a

a sliver of polished Moonpetal, a substance that rea

llowed the simple instructions. I remembered an old text I'd read, a warning about the children of White Wolves and

I w

ngest minute

hin the Moonpetal sliver. It grew brighter,

luminous

iti

preg

d. It was the heir to the Blackstone Pack, an imposs

n solitude, was instantly shattered. T

child from the father who h

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