His Unwanted Mate: Awakening The White Wolf

His Unwanted Mate: Awakening The White Wolf

TESS WHITE

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My parents spent eighteen years grooming me for one singular purpose: to be the mate of Jax Little, the future Alpha. We grew up together, promising a hundred times that we would rule the Silver Moon Pack side by side. But on the night of the Recognition Ritual, because my inner wolf was silent and I hadn't shifted yet, everything shattered. Jax stood before the entire pack, looked at Catalina-a stranger in red silk-and then looked at me with cold, steel-gray eyes. "I, Jax Little, reject you, Eliana Carter." He didn't just break our bond; he let his new Luna destroy me. When Catalina shoved me into a pool, he saved her instead of me. When she framed me for an attack, causing me to fall onto deadly silver that seared my flesh like acid, he stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her fake tears. He left me dying on the floor to soothe the woman who had tried to kill me. I realized then that the boy who promised to protect me was dead. He prioritized ambition over love, treating me like a broken defect to be discarded. I survived the silver, but I killed the girl who loved him. I packed my bags and ran to New York City, believing I was wolfless and alone. I didn't know that I wasn't a defect-I was a rare White Wolf waiting to wake up. And I certainly didn't expect the most powerful Alpha on the East Coast to be waiting in the shadows, ready to burn the world down for me.

Chapter 1

My parents spent eighteen years grooming me for one singular purpose: to be the mate of Jax Little, the future Alpha.

We grew up together, promising a hundred times that we would rule the Silver Moon Pack side by side.

But on the night of the Recognition Ritual, because my inner wolf was silent and I hadn't shifted yet, everything shattered.

Jax stood before the entire pack, looked at Catalina-a stranger in red silk-and then looked at me with cold, steel-gray eyes.

"I, Jax Little, reject you, Eliana Carter."

He didn't just break our bond; he let his new Luna destroy me.

When Catalina shoved me into a pool, he saved her instead of me.

When she framed me for an attack, causing me to fall onto deadly silver that seared my flesh like acid, he stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her fake tears.

He left me dying on the floor to soothe the woman who had tried to kill me.

I realized then that the boy who promised to protect me was dead. He prioritized ambition over love, treating me like a broken defect to be discarded.

I survived the silver, but I killed the girl who loved him.

I packed my bags and ran to New York City, believing I was wolfless and alone.

I didn't know that I wasn't a defect-I was a rare White Wolf waiting to wake up.

And I certainly didn't expect the most powerful Alpha on the East Coast to be waiting in the shadows, ready to burn the world down for me.

Chapter 1

Eliana POV:

The scent of the ballroom was suffocating. It was a heavy, cloying mix of expensive perfume, the acrid tang of nervous sweat, and the underlying, earthy musk of hundreds of wolves waiting for the clock to strike midnight.

I smoothed the fabric of my simple cream dress. My hands were trembling. Tonight was the graduation prom, but more importantly, it was the night of the Recognition Ritual. The night I would finally know if the whispers of my heart were true.

"Stop fidgeting, Eliana," my mother hissed in my ear, her grip on my arm tight enough to bruise. "You are an Omega. Do not draw attention to yourself unless it is... favorable."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My parents had spent my entire life grooming me for a singular purpose: to be the mate of Jax Little, the future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.

We had grown up together. He had held my hand when I scraped my knees. He had promised, ninety-eight times by my count, that we would rule together.

But I hadn't Shifted yet. I was eighteen, and my inner wolf was silent. I was a defect.

Across the room, the crowd parted. Catalina Manning walked through. She was a high-ranking female from a neighboring pack, clad in crimson silk that poured over her curves like a second skin. Her dark eyes swept over the room, landing on me for a fraction of a second.

She smirked. It was a small, cruel thing.

"Midnight," someone whispered.

The grandfather clock in the corner began to toll. The deep vibrations reverberated through the floorboards.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. The air suddenly shifted. A scent hit me-like rain on hot asphalt and fresh pine. It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever smelled.

Jax.

He stood at the center of the room. His eyes locked onto mine. I saw his pupils dilate. I felt the pull, the magnetic snap of the bond that the Moon Goddess had written into our souls.

*Mine!* My dormant inner wolf stirred, whispering the word.

Jax took a step toward me. His face was a mask of warring instincts. His wolf was surfacing, his eyes flashing gold.

But then, he stopped.

He looked at the Elders standing on the balcony, silent sentinels of tradition. He looked at Catalina, who was radiating power and confidence-a perfect Luna.

Then he looked back at me. The gold faded from his eyes, replaced by a cold, steel gray.

The silence in the room was deafening.

"I, Jax Little," his voice boomed, utilizing the Alpha tone that made my knees buckle, "reject you, Eliana Carter, as my mate."

The words were not knives. They were a dull, rusty saw, grinding through my chest. My breath hitched. The bond, which had just begun to form, snapped with a violent recoil that sent a shockwave of pain down my spine.

"I..." I choked. I had to complete the ritual. It was the law. "I, Eliana Carter, accept your rejection."

The pain was blinding. I felt a tear slide down my cheek, hot and humiliating.

Jax didn't even flinch. He turned his back on me and walked straight to Catalina. She welcomed him with a triumphant smile, placing a hand on his chest.

I turned and ran.

I didn't stop until I reached the pack house pool. The water was still, reflecting the moon that had seemingly cursed me.

"Running away, little Omega?"

I spun around. Catalina stood there, Jax a few steps behind her.

"Leave me alone," I whispered.

"You don't belong here," Catalina sneered. She stepped forward, her aura flaring. It was heavy, oppressive. She shoved me.

I fell backward into the pool. The water filled my nose and mouth. I thrashed, panic setting in. Through the distortion of the water, I saw a splash. Jax.

He dove in.

*He's coming for me,* a foolish part of me thought.

But he swam past me.

He grabbed Catalina, who had jumped in moments after me and was now feigning distress, flailing her arms as if she couldn't swim.

Jax hauled her to the surface, cradling her against his chest. I dragged myself to the ladder, coughing up chlorine water, shivering so hard my teeth clattered.

Jax looked down at me from the pool deck. His arm was wrapped protectively around Catalina.

"Look at me, Eliana," he used the Alpha Command. My head snapped up against my will. "Do not cause trouble for my Luna. Stay out of our way."

The connection in my mind-the faint thread that had remained-went silent. He had blocked me.

I lay on the cold concrete, water pooling around me. The pain in my chest was gone, replaced by a hollow, icy void.

The Silver Moon Pack was no longer my home. It was my graveyard.

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