Revenge of The Alpha's Rejected Mate

ss Sophia, you're go

ringing in my ears ever sinc

was shaking slightly, and tears s

e for me. As I caressed my stomach, a beatific feeling swelled in my heart. But

I started to sort out everything

ld's fa

andsome, and powerful, he could make the women of the entire pack go crazy for him with just one look. On the day I became his mate

adas chirping and the cramped dark pit. I was ten years old. I was running around the mountain picking herbs for my grandfather as usual when I suddenly he

of all that foraging I had done with Joyce, I jumped into th

e could barely open his eyes. I fed him with some dry food and water, which I had w

and told me that he had been pushed by someone. Feigning indifference, he fixed his eyes on the rest of the food in my hand, but

at that time, but he already had a tall an

was stunned unknowingly. When I came back to my senses, th

ftly, "When I make it out of he

nt was the son of the Alpha. Joyce had reminded me not to tell

en and dirt fell on both of our hair. Looking up, I saw that the narrow

n't think much about it at all, all I could think about was that Vincent had bee

felt like it was going to sma

"Get away from me! If thi

d limbs, and my hand on the ground was also

ice echoed in the dark as he tried to push

pressing our bodies together, close eno

He said to me in a hoarse voice, "Come to me! If both of us can get out alive,

assed out. Later, Joyce, who had hiked up the mountain with me, found that I was gone. He had

while sending Vincent elsewhere for special training to strengthen him. After all, he was

ut I didn't have a

the totem pole, while I was an orphan girl who had been abandoned in the woods by my biological parents. I was seven when I had been abandoned in the woods, and I couldn't remember what my biological parents looked like. All I remember was that it was Joyce, the grandfather of my now sister, Marianne, who had take

in name only. If I was incapable of shifting into a werewolf, did

o was but a street urchin, cross p

t I was not the one in charge. A month ago, I went to a party hosted

ets had told me all I needed to know about what

walking into the room I had been in, his eyes unfocused and glazed. I thought he was drun

e done this, I knew I should have told him who I was while he was in full control of his faculties. But I let myself go. I gave full rein to the animal inside me and

had sensed movement around me and was about to turn my

him with tears in my eyes, but what was reflected back to me were his blood-red eyes and his gnashed-teeth voice: "Are yo