The Rejected Alpha's Return

niting with the Carlson Jorgensen pack through my arranged mating, procured by my father. Carlson was known to be a cruel alpha, but that hadn't stopped my father from gifti

ed correctly, by this time tomorrow, Carlson and my father would both be dead. They deserved what was coming to them. My concern was tha

with sheer material, allowing all the guests to see what would belong to Carlson tonight. The only comfort I had was the lace bralette he allow

they had honored the age-old tradition between packs. I'd begged my father to prevent the public spectacle from

s betas who had been left in

p, yet it couldn't make them sparkle. My lips were slathered in a deep red lipstick that I wouldn't have ever chosen to wear on my own, and I fought the urge to wipe

m my father and my demons. Saint Kingsley had been a shock to my senses and the last person I'd ever predicted the wolf

nfortunately noticed. Saint was an orphan, and I was considered untouchable since my father was our pack's alpha. Saint was the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks,

e Saint believe I hated him and force him to leave the pack or watch him die by my father's hand. There had been

y the lust between two teenagers. I'd rejected him, and that was the one thing you never did to your soul mate. After all, true soul ma

ll, staring at the door as if it would burst open. My slipper-covered feet padded silently across the floor,

oved into position behind me. Her hand touched my shoulder. assuming it was likely

hat was undoubtedly unfolding. The scent of blood made my nostrils flare, and my chest tightened with the reality that everything was on the l

d my eyes toward the darkened room that lay ahead of us. My heart clenched while my mind spun at the thought of the silver rushing through Lars. Toralei grabbed my

ot now. They've probably closed off all the mountain passes, preventing my crews and reinforc

ver the hunters fighting against the pack, and air escaped my lungs on a cry of disbelief as I watched men slaughtering the gu