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Rejected By The Alpha: My Stunning Return

Rejected By The Alpha: My Stunning Return

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Chapter 1

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Luna Annelise's voice was as soft as the

tually cool skin. I looked up from the book I was reading, my heart giv

I said, my voice

ow he gets when he's training." She smiled, a little tiredly. "Could you

imply nodded, not trusting my voice to stay even. For the ten years I'd lived in the Blackwood Packhouse, I'd been chasing these sma

ed with the portraits of past Alphas. Their painted eyes seemed to follow me, a silent judgment on the wolfless girl polluting their sacred halls. M

ing on his lips. Their eyes, filled with a mixture of pity and disdain, felt like tiny needles pricking my skin. I lowered my gaze, quickeni

, and saturated with a scent that made my knees weak: Ryker. It was a heady mix of deep forest, damp earth, and the crackling energy of an onco

sed my hand, my knuckles hovering just inches from the wood. My breath hitched

und from within that

pitched, musical, and d

Pack. My heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach, heavy and sick. My first instinct was

e door, clear as a bell. "Is your father really going t

an annoyance that I knew all too well. "Probably. It's better th

tle

issive. And they landed like a blade of ice in my heart.

lara? The freak with no wolf? I honestly don't know what your parents are think

ood. My fingernails dug into my palms, the sharp crescents a pa

o say something. Anything. Defend me. Tell he

was a suffocating, damning silence that con

purred, her tone victorious. "She doesn't even qualify to be

per, seemed to seep through the door, choking me.

fabric, followed by a

desire that had nothing to do with me. "Don't talk about her. You

shattered the last remaining piece of my

everything but the echo of that sound, playing over and

n fire. The Luna's errand was forgotten. Ever

against the stone floor, and burst out a service door into the cold night air. The wind w

old oak tree at the edge of the woods. My back hit the rough bark, and my

een holding in. They were ragged, broken sounds of a gi

moon. It hung in the sky, beautiful and indiffere

truth settled in my soul. Seraphi

a pet could never drea

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