Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Supreme King

ect me. Kason Oneal, the Alpha, treated me like a serva

knocked over his private journal. The

ally pulled toward me, not

alia for her f

olf calm until he could bond with her. He planned to ke

I was being used. The man I adored saw me

. I packed my bag and

ontrol. He didn't know I was on my way to New

wouldn't be a servant

pte

ela

'll marry the Alpha

tood in the shadows of the pack library, the smell of old paper and dust providing a tempora

en the Beta once, before he was cast out, leaving me behind as a political hostage. "You don't

lancing at the heavy oak door. "Being the wife of a

l, battered spirit deep within my chest, whined

rought here. I was the orphan, the charity

in a mud pit during a training run, the other pups laughing. Kason, the future Alp

his little wolf,"

felt a pull, a tether that suggested we were meant to be more. We hadn't turned eigh

ia Keith

ething synthetic that tickled the back of my nose. But Kason didn't smell the synthe

the library

, his shoulders broad, radiating the sheer power of an Alpha in his prime.

to me," h

g my head. In our world, eye contact from an O

heavy, the pressure of his aura making it hard to breathe. "The one my mothe

stone. "But... your mother gave this to me on her death

d of mercy. "You are just a charity case, Isabela. Yo

y soul. As the stone dropped into his outstretched palm, I felt a snap. A subtle, s

glance. "Dalia feels uncomfortable with you living on the

. "I clean the floors, K

pha's title,

rrected, the taste

sement. The old storage

out of sight. The Werewolf Weekly is coming for an interview tomorrow. I d

lked

in my pocket. It was a notification

tone pendant, leaning against Kason's chest. Kason loo

. Because Kason hadn't blocked me yet,

projected. Finally, a m

ad. It wasn't just rejection; it was erasure. He

oto, then at the d

wering the question my father had asked. "I wi

in the basement of the man who promised to