The Alpha's Unclaimed Ghost: His Rejected Mate

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eject you, Alanna C

echoed through the dead forest as he reje

linas, had given me. A cheap surnam

t of the wolf pack. I wanted to escape the man I had liked for so long, as far as

can't even perform the most basic wolf spirit transf

Luna. I didn't even know her. When she died, I had barely come of age-a young woman still tryin

ned bond, why would the chosen one hate me

the scent of danger. Primitive. Wrong. Something inside me trembled and warned me. My fists clenched. My short, clean n

at didn't belong to the Fowler Pack. It was the stench of Rogues-wolv

n the ancient oaks. A pair of glowing red eye

y wolf soul was doomed never to awaken. My bones began to crack-that sickening grinding and stretching of bone-but the change stalled halfway

too l

ur of fur and teeth. Claws, sharp as knives, tore th

roat, swallowed by the v

breath out of me. More teeth sank into my leg,

d pooled in the cold earth beneath me.

n vanished. The world

ated, rising upward, away from the twi

wn. My soul

s in the spreading pool of blood. I realized that at the moment between life and death, I had finally awak

of the pack. I tried to dive down and force myself back into my bo

I de

rowing closer. The Rogues melted

shed through the trees. They foun

re too severe.

feet away, its screen still lit. "We h

ross the screen. He saw the name

den

heart emoji, placed there by m

. Caden... would he come? Wou

put the call

voice was sharp

y Services. A woman named Alanna Crosby has b

of si

enom that could freeze my soul

that name. You've dial

ick

all e

, his expression shifting from sh

rd is so cold-blood

nothing to do with death. It was the cold finale of his abandonment. The last st

n body onto a stretcher, cov

es in frantic strokes of red and white. I followed, like a kite pul

chaos. Doctors and nurses crowded around

force my heart to beat, but the line on the m

. "The Alpha isn't answering. Let'

othe

ysical body. The woman who hadn't seen me in five years

dialed the

hance. The last connection to the world that had abandoned me. I co

a crowded bar, and a woman's v

f hope to plead with her-m