Rejected Luna: Mated to the king of Alphas

the last of the white wolf dynasty. Her silver mane ran with

odies of rebels, rogue wolves littered the ground

something worse, an alliance. Greedy for her power and afraid of what she

er lips as she dropped to her kne

d was to lie

saw her warriors fighting so brave

curled int

be their end..." s

ose, with al

up my life..." she whi

red the call, something de

ter than ever, blazing acros

explosion of her aura consumed the batt

of the ruin, Amelia la

hite

immered like the bright star on a full moon

as a power to be reckoned with. She has built a legacy,

he last. A wave of fear swept through the crowd. Just before her eyes

shall return to you someday. But tel

hard, as if gathering

oyal robe, with a different ident

nyone could give an an

***

They blazed a deep yellow, the

st her ribs. Sweat beaded on her skin, and her hands