When Shelby Henderson gets rejected by her mate, she makes a choice that leads to her second chance mate-Derek Hemsworth. Derek Alpha of the greatest Lycan Pack seeks to unravel the mystery that would cost him a lot of sacrifices. Given another chance to love her, Derek realizes there's nothing worth having more than the love he once lost.
SHELBY'S POV
I lazily fluttered my eyelids to the sound of my phone. Propping against the pillows, my gaze darted around the familiar room I'd been in on more casual grounds until last night.
The night swirled up in my mind.
'Mate,' my wolf purred, sending graphic details of a blissful night. Cringing inwardly.
my fingers raked through my dark brown hair to the crook of my neck down to my shoulders, only to find myself unmarked.
Dean.
I was with Dean the night before in a way we believed was going to etch on our minds forever, yet I woke up to empty sheets, to his woody scent luring me in, tempting me to lay in the heat where he laid and bask in it all morning. My phone rang again, reminding me of where I needed to be in a few more hours.
Grabbing my discarded dress left a mess on the floor, I quickly got dressed. My eyes roamed the luxuriously furnished room with mixed feelings of disappointment, lust, and disgust.
Hoping he'd answer my calls with vivid reasons why he'd chosen to abandon me in his room in the pack house after a night that had started casually until things heated up. Heaving a heavy sigh at the sound of Dean's tone, I left for the bathroom.
It was the Mooné, a festival of the moon and stars done before the crowning of Ox-horn Pack's new Alpha and the appointment of new commanders. It was the only thought that kept me sane, mentally reminding my Dean would never desert me.
As I soaked in the lathered tub, my mind sought the possible reasons he didn't mark me as his mate, yet he'd made love to me. Waiting for the eclipse to mark me on a most special occasion as the Mooné twitched my lips with smiles. It was the safest explanation.
Leaving the comfort of his room, I hurried to the far end of the pack house where I spent most of my days, juggling between doing the laundry, cooking, and scrubbing the floor. It was where the omegas inhabited, a place I'd grown to loathe for the pain it bore.
Stepping into the enormous kitchen to resume my duty, I scrunched my nose at the bustling kitchen. Work was in progress, the frantic omegas went about their assigned chores with skilled hands, and slacking was never an option.
As the day went by, my anxiety grew. Dean was nowhere to be found and my calls were redirected to the tone.
'He's got to be kidding us, ' Gia, my wolf huffed in silent rage.
"Relax, I think he's just busy with the patrol. He's the Gamma to-be, it's only natural he's got obligations today!" I reasoned, Gia seemed to be buying it.
I waltzed to the West wing of the pack, the wing known for its power, luxury, and glamor where the commanders of Ox-horn Pack inhabited. I stopped by Nora, my cousin's apartment to admire the work done on her.
Two stylists were fitting her into a midnight blue dress, her hair swept into a nice bun securely held up with hairpins. Her face and makeup were sleek, and her skin was perfectly tanned.
Nora, the only daughter of Alpha Garfield, was the only friend I had in the pack. We were inseparable until the death of my parents in a rogue attack took a heavy toll on her. Even though forced to live as an Omega, my friendship with Nora thrived.
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