Rejected by the Wolf King, Reborn as His Doom

erstand that hope

nd praying and it didn't help. They said the moon cursed me and took her breath with my first breath. Perhap

holes in the roof, owned by a wolf who took in orphans like they were owed money. We worked for our foo

ul omegas did not deserve any better. The labor was laborious. My hands were sore and cut by the soap. My knees were bruised b

t too near me. One kitchen girl who grew friendly to me fell downstairs and broke her arm. One

a wolf cub trapped by an anvil trap, whining and bleeding. I freed him and bound his leg with torn pieces from my only good dress. He licked my hand and took off running back through the tr

did their laundry, and heard them discuss politics and power. The Wolf King resided within the eastern wing, and I'd just once seen

Kings resided in another world w

my head that I could not make sense of. A bloody crown made of silver. A throne room filled with yelling. A man's voice saying a name I did not

oaths of loyalty under the goddess's illumination. I'd never attended before because house servants were

ceremony was moving but agonizing. Wolves stood together and stared up at the moon and sang old

umbled and dropped the tray. Silver cups clinked against the stone, and wine spread like blood ac

a connection so deep it was like coming home and falling off a cliff at the same time. My wo

Mate

pinned to me. His face looked pallid. His hands held the edge of the stone railing with so much strength that his knuckles turned

ould sense it, the change in the air, the way the moon

be satisfaction. "The goddess has spoken," she declared, her voice echoing through the courty

hateful term as a knife. Impossible. Unthinkable. Th

inct and strong. I searched out Alaric's face to see approval on it, perhaps