The Rejected Luna: Rise of the White Wolf Queen

ack, I thought my Fated Mate bon

egnant, and Liam used his Alpha Command to force me to my kn

ust break my heart; it killed the unbo

and chained me in a dungeon with silver cuffs, desperat

alize Ava was carrying a ro

in the dirt at the Solstice Festival, offering me a

giveness. He thought I was

't reach f

-the one who had lifted a collapsing stone pillar

rs with hers and look

?" I said, my voice ringi

ilding my cage, Liam, Sera

pte

oldste

arden was crisp, heavy with the scent o

s my sa

stry woven with heavy duties and heavier expectations,

te rosebush. The sharp *snap* of th

ng my thoughts drift to Lia

eaceful lately.

in my temples. It wasn't just

known frequency clawed

Sinclair. Ask him why she was looking at him like a sta

fr

om my grasp, clattering onto th

masked to hide the sender's ident

ly bristled beneath my skin. She let out a low, warning gr

l static. Ava was just a pack member. A Gamma

rable. We were Fated Mates, bou

m dripping into a wound. *Have you noticed how late he stays at the pack

n to hammer a

r to get out of my head, but the seed of doubt had al

last week flashed

eling distracted, almost apologetic. The way he would shower imm

he roses, my voice tre

ept hidden to protect myself and Liam from unwanted attention. Her instincts

lver Moon Pack held

ent of roasted meat and wine. Laughter bounced off the h

mall of my back. To the pack, we were the pictu

, Maya," Liam murmured, lea

. his eyes weren't looking at me.

owed h

was a shade of red too bright, cut too low. She wasn't talking to a

slow smirk spread across her lips. It was a look of trium

y spine that had nothing

to hear the private channels of the lower-ranked wolves, but my White W

ee her dress?

pending a lot of time wit

oor L

cid rising in my thro

right with the Gamma un

odically. "It's fine, Maya. Just pack business. Do

dismissive.

greet an Elder, and as h

his arm. It was a subtle movement, easily missed by

en, it

sc

ve of air followed him. Beneath his natural scent of pine and

was Ava. And it was clinging to my husband as

howled in agon

a wash of sickening colors. Th

smiling at a pack member,

reakable, the sacred contract written by the Mo

spered, my voice trembling

ned. "Go rest, Maya. I'll be

eeling the weight of Ava's

certainty, that my worl