From Bait to Queen: The Rejected Mate's Destiny

Dean Lee, the Alpha designed for my soul, treated me like a sha

late mother's moonstone pendant-the only thing

nstead, he clasped it

to heel, crushing the moonstone into dust. De

rock," he said. "I'

orture. When rogues attacked, Dean used me

arena, to fight a massive Feral wolf while h

inutes," I heard him sa

apart, refusing to save me even as I screamed his

arena floor. Or

rld-renowned artist "H.Y." returne

rward, tears streaming down his face, t

, reaching for me. "You

cry. I di

e Wolf energy that blasted him across t

om dogs anymore," I sai

ork, hereby

pte

ley

ws against the velvet walls, caging me in. I stood by the kitchen service do

k, I wasn't just inv

anchored the center of the room. Even from here, his scent-crushed pine and o

ispered, wea

rested on the waist of Karina, a Beta dr

g my shoulder. Water sloshed onto my cheap grey dress.

s a shameful secret-a wolf-less Omega charity case. But tonig

ard the terrace. I slipped through the

ed onto the coo

of stormy seas, looked glazed, almost u

of sight, Hayley." His

t the necklace. My mother's moonstone. You have it in the pac

me, express

's just a trink

s. "She needs jewelry that befits a Luna. You have no need f

" I whispered, the pa

y and suffocating. There was a strange, sweet scent clingi

spat. "You are weak. The Dark Moon Pack c

ed out, a smirk painted on her lips.

e trash," Dean said,

ed. I hid in the shadows of a potted plant to compose myself.

arcus said. "They are targeting the

ome," Dean

Kar

om," Dean interrupted. "Hayl

fr

rcus sounde

n. "Hayley is saturated in my scent because she lives in my house. We put her in the ope

d die," M

e dies. The bait

I wasn't a charity

wolf s

the ballroom. Screams erupted. The sten

ir. I was thrown across the room, crashing into a waiter's stand. P

" I sc

na toward the secure exit. He looked bac

turne

t. Fire tore through my skin. The poison

e kill. Suddenly, a waiter-moving with supernatura

ving a burner phone into my bl

n a dirty alleyway three blocks down, I d

a mechanical

ave the defense schematics for the Da

Brennen of the Silver Lake Pack asked, hi

sobbed. "Help me

ay where