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Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Ghost Alpha

Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Ghost Alpha

Author: Paula Gardini
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1068    |    Released on: 26/06/2026

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nto the Johnston manor's meeting room.It was mea

it w

t the head of the long mahogany table. What wa

in, Bla

m. A casual, possessive gesture that

ed me with the cool, appraising stare of a jeweler examining a flawed diamond

felt sudd

n the polished surface of the table, his right han

s of navigating pack politics. I walked across the plush rug, the silence

drawn. I just hadn't

ing his throat. His voice was raw,

ers resting lightly on t

gagement to my brother was an ominous sign, leading to his death in the war, I can't let Blake live her whol

m my lungs, and for a terrifying second, I couldn't breat

he continued, the words sounding rehearsed, "I am... of

dinat

A demotion from chosen Luna to a tolerated concubine. It was

bled, and her wide, innocent eyes welled with manufactured tear

ghtened on his arm

compassionate,Your cousin will definitely understand him. My Blake has suffered

er voice was pure ice. "This is a command, Eller, not

ph on Blake's, the greedy satisfaction on Victoria's, the cold disdain o

mant fire began to glow

ave never forgotten over the y

for the truth ever since, and the clues point to Johnston Pack. So I cannot leave. Leaving

ate breath, calming th

decision?" I asked, my v

s voice was thin, brittle."This is my de

decision. If Edmund Johnston hadn't died, Blake wouldn't hav

air. Edmund. Chace Jo

den, brilliant flas

cept. I did

this... generous offer," I sai

tter victory. They had expected tears or hy

e was no pretense between us now. Just the raw, silent declaration of war. A fl

r closed behind me. The latch clicked shut, and in the

the wood. The crescent moon birthmark on the inside of my wrist felt like it was burning.

purse. My fingers flew across the keypad, typing a

has c

ice, laced with an unfamiliar edge of anxiety. Meredith's sha

empty corridor. Each step was heavy, deliberate. The w

o find a way to stay, a way to secure

ing root in the scorched earth of my humi

was p

s true heir, E

to ma

t the sprawling lands of the estate, lands my ancestors had bled fo

at was

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