Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha

city

d the altar was ajar, just a crack. Enough f

one where generations of vows had been signed. His hands were on her, poss

mind refused to understand

isle. My

ate. My s

ith tonight, and the golden daughter my

cedarwood, tangled with the cloying sweetness of Bria

ocent blue pools, flickered to

nt smile spread

er stomach. A stomach that was no longer f

m my throat, si

quickly hardened into arrogance when he saw it was on

Brianda, casually ad

sual cruelty I knew so well. "You're Wolfless. You can't

s down. "You should thank me, sister. I

n suddenly felt like a cage, i

her blonde hair, her blue Tate eyes. On me, with my dark hai

that I di

l been in the bridal chamber, tr

sed me in another woman's

iece had ticked past the

ression, had bustled in and whispered, "Just a few more moments

ht, too forced. Her gaze ha

d been

had

idal chamber, and followed the faint, familiar sound of

aps so no one would hear me coming. My bare feet crossed the cold marble with t

nderstood exactly what everyo

It was the absolute zero of a dead star. The humiliation, the years of being second-best, of being the st

cream. I d

the main ceremonial chamber.

. Brianda whispered something sharp and

d was the bonding veil, a cascade of moonlight silk an

threatened to

mug. They thought I would accept this. That I w

hem, my gaze fi

e silk was cool an

delabra standing beside the altar, its lon

on, I pushed the beautiful,

caught

ring the delicate fabric. Black, acrid smoke

a torch of defiance. A funeral

e hit th

rm began to shriek thr

dissolved into pure, unadulterated horror.

m, my eyes dry. There were no

mber doors. The panicked cries of guests,

n lunged for me, but the hea

da shrieked, grabbing his arm, her

rom my fingers. The black ash drifted down, staining t

oors to the cha

entire Silver Moon