Rejected by the Heir, Claimed by the Lycan King

nor

red into the spotted, antique mirror, the heavy white lace of my bridal gown han

h Thorne, stepped in. His face was the color

o meet my eyes. "Braden was delayed by urgent pack busi

ed tradition. Sending a warrior was the ultimate insult. It meant I wasn't a future Luna;

voice deadened. I wouldn't

tuary was carved from ancient black stone and timber, smelling of cedar, power, and impending do

own the ai

in North America. Their whispers hit me like physic

A voice burst into my mind, frantic and t

*He's not coming! He took a human girl-a singer named K

tched. My he

Blackwoods knew. The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. They knew he was g

d by a sudden, blinding fury. Deep within my soul, something

front of the glowi

The silence in the Great

idian floor with a soft thud. I turned my back to the altar and faced the front row, my eyes locking onto t

my voice rang out, surprisingly stea

ed, a heavy pressure meant to force me to my k

nd the room. I stood taller, refusing to bow. "I will not wait at the altar f

evieve's face tightened into a mask of cold

mate and my groom," I declared, the ritual word

ay, I took a step forward. I would not be the victim today

e Blood Treaty states a daughter of the Thorne Alpha's bloodline must unite with a

ve's eyes, challenging the mos

y, or let the Blackwood name be known as o

s silence. Every eye in the room shifted from me