joined with my pack's Beta, Brendan, under
t the altar. He ran off into the woods for another
gh the public leadership channel for all to hear. It was Brendan, an
me to apologize to the Alpha King
ver just the night before, had traded my honor for a lie. H
I ran into the Alpha King himself. Fueled by
ore," I slurred. "Alpha,
d a stunning truth: the Alpha King, my ex-fiancé's unc
pte
nor
my shoulders, each silver th
t, I was supposed to become the mate of our pack's Beta, Brendan. Our union was meant to be a grand
at the edge of the clearing, his presence a sil
feel the faint hum of his Mind-Link, the telepathic connection all werewolves share. It's a pri
rustle of leaves. "The Elder is about to b
There was no love there, only panic. Then,
e. I have to go. Gi
ttle rogue wolf he'd taken in, the one wh
d process it,
g?" one of the Elders called out,
ained. He didn't look at me, didn't look at a
, reaching for his arm,
, the sound of bones snapping and reforming echoing in the horrified silence. In seconds, a large brow
as g
ating ceremony, in front of two packs
ied to reach him through our private Mi
e are you? Wha
ered it. He had shu
y into my mind: He shamed me in f
ed to drown me. Finally, *a new message buzzed through my mind. It was from Brendan, but it wasn't on our private link. He sent it t
d, detached, and u
e her side. Eleanor, you will apologize to the Elders
him? For thi
ld me close, whispering promises against my skin.
All
ty for the weak Omega and contempt for the fool who was just public
ed the heavy skirts of my gown. I walked alone to the high platform where
carried across the silent
t to Beta Bre