His Unwanted Mate, The Secret White Wolf

home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fall

e her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna

er my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred

didn't see my heartbreak.

s voice laced with the Alpha's Command,

nforgivable. He raised his

ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me

ient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet an

reject you, Santino

pte

sia

beside me

months. I opened my eyes to the pale morning light filtering through the heavy

r frost that once called to the wolf in my

obe. Rows of elegant, muted gowns in shades of g

. Before, my closet had been a riot of color-blood red

to be the perfect, demure mate to a powerful Alpha, had bleac

rice of peace, the price of earning

enses. The trees were calling, a song of rustling leaves and damp earth that only I

inside. A perfect Luna didn't have time for wandering

ve with the morning bustle of the pack. Th

conversation with his Beta and Gamma. His dark hair was p

, and my heart ached with a love I w

entered. He didn't so

h fell over the room. All eye

pping the arm of a servant as if she might faint at any moment. She was an Omega, and since

harsh lines of his face softened as he move

" His voice, usually a low growl of command, was

pha," she whispered, her vo

eside his own, a place of honor. As she

e, naked provocation-flashed in their depths bef

the serene, dignified smile of a Luna, eve

now filled with the unmistakable power of the Alpha's Command-that unique au

ed, his gaze sweeping over the pack. "She will reside here, in the

om my lungs. I fel

o less, into our home... our nest.

mmanded it. There wa

ings were moved into the guest room directly adjacent to o

eyes of the other she-wolves, the curiosity in the gazes of the warriors. Th

Mind-Link, that sacred, telepathic ch

we need

a mental wall,

Alessia. Pa

severed before I co

his favorite meal, a hearty venison stew that his mother had taught me

his attention to Valentina, who was complaining of a sudden craving for sweet

htmares. And every single time, Santino would leave our bed, the sheets growing cold beside me, to

he pack's supplies, settling minor disputes, anything to keep my mind occup

the gardens, the one place I co

Lu

there. He was here as part of the alliance between our packs. He was a

unspoken concern. He said nothing more, but

is touch was warm, respectful. It was

I stopped dead in the do

all, unfamiliar silver hairclip. And next to it, my mother's moo

le, luminous moonstone passed down through my family, a lineage rumored to be desc

a power that resonated with the hidden part of myself, the part I was

es. This wasn't just about a hero's

ence in my home

e to the core, that this was no longer just