The Alpha Who Rejected His True Mate

o place, my whole world became about him. That night, I brought him his favorite cin

tal broadcast. "Cassia Thorne will be my Chosen Mate. We'll announce she is carrying my

or. Ryker ripped the door open, his eyes blazing with fury. He didn

vibrated through my soul. He slammed the door in m

execution. The pain in my chest was a physical thing, the bond tearing itself apart as I re

had no idea his chosen mate was a lie. And her secr

pte

r tray with a careful reverence, her knuckles white. On it sat a half-dozen perfect cinnamo

's fa

error. For eight years, since the moment she'd turned fourteen and th

silver fur and joyous yips. Lyra was simpler. She felt the pull and wanted to ans

air here was different. It was saturated with him. Dark cedar and the crisp, cool scent of

trembling h

ces from within stopped her. Ry

t listen. It

k. It was a soul-cry, a rare phenomenon whispered about in pack lore-an Alpha's intense emotion accidentally lea

's ac

ne will be my Chosen Mate. We'll

of ice, piercing the soft, hopeful part of

ouldn't fi

pple of unease in the icy torrent. *"A

is the only way to make her accept the Rejection. I cann

ction. Lov

silver tray slipped

cra

A clatter of metal, the soft thud of ruined pas

was rip

ht of his study. His jet-black hair was disheveled, and his stormy gr

on his expensive runner, ignoring the strange, unwelc

on rolls to her face, a mask of pale shock

he unconscious command of his Alpha status. It vibrated through he

was just clumsy. Another pathet

expression a flicker of pity before he looked

yip, but a wounded, guttural howl in the back

gs, making it impossible to breathe. She forced herself

ed, the words tasting li

lean it up. And don't come near m

r slamm

f. The mind-link was severed. But the words

egan to pick up the ruined pieces of dough. The sweet, cloying sce

of her neck where a mark should have been. It was the mate

of the tray-a pale, twisted version of a girl

. A message from the Alpha's o

nvit

pecial celebration on the main lawn tomorrow e

her to the bone, that it was her execu

the mess behind. She walked back to her small room

more tears. No m

laborate farce he had designed just