My Alpha Mate's Secret Son, My Ultimate Rejection

age, destined to be the Luna of our pack. My mate, Alp

ret: another family, with a son who

their child the very amusement park I had begged for. My own parents we

me on my birthday so I would s

just a placeholder with the right blood, a too

I drank the poisoned tea my mother gave me,

delivery to their son's party-a box con

pte

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ing you,

r chest. She pushed a stray strand of fiery red hair from

ories. It was neutral ground, one of the few places that welcomed werewolves without making us feel

I wanted. I wrapped my hands around my

secrets. An accusation that could have gotten you exiled, or worse. And what happens to

that never quite faded. "My parents... Alpha Kaelen... they

e I was their long-lost daughter, the heir to the sacred White Wolf lineage. And Kaelen... he was my mate. The Alpha of our pack. The other half of my soul, destined for

to be the lucki

nna," I changed the subject, a hopeful flut

I know. I can't wait to see your wo

ears to overhear. Instead, I reached out through the special connection all pack members

sent to her, the words forming in her mind as if they were her o

ced with skepticism. *And wh

my mind. It was deep, powerful, and wrapped i

la

ed. He was th

.* A warmth spread through me, the si

*I have an important pack meeting.

and. It wasn't a request. It was an order woven with magic, compelling obedience. My s

back, trying to hid

ed my hand. "Don't let him do that. Go to him. Take him his favorite coffee. Surpri

was right. I was his mate, his

yscraper, a cardboard tray with two coffees in my hand. The building was the human face

rm smile. "I'm sorry, Ms. Donovan. Alpha Blackwood is not in. He had an appo

stomach. A private gallery? That

The gallery was a sleek, modern building with huge glass windows. I park

en I s

eraphina, her dark hair gleaming under the gallery lights. Between them, holding both their hands, was a li

ked like

ody went cold. It had to be a

of a tenderness I hadn't seen in years. He kissed her. Not a simple peck. It was a deep

felt like my very essence was being torn in two. The mate

ow. I crept closer to the window, hiding in the shadows of

Seraphina was saying, her voice dripping wi

day. The am

en replied, ruffling the bo

e. Leo's birthday was

ng sound. "What about your little

ever heard. "Elara? She's so grateful to have

my mind, a casual, intimate int

. So tired. Thinkin

didn't break my heart. It shattered it into a million piec

er. And I was d