Rejected By My Alpha, Claimed By His Powerful Uncle

A P

ade him look more like a visiting king than a pack member. His stormy gray

adn't heard or seen anything, but his Alpha instincts were clearly

he asked, his

yone what I'd seen, my fragile plan would be ru

my arm from his grasp. His fingers did

I could see it in th

n it, but I used it. It was all I had. "Whatever you think you s

his eyes. It wasn't pity. It was something sharper, more assessing. Finally, afte

n my eyes completely disappeared. But my head is a mess, until

, his clothes mixed with mine in the closet, trin

n and sharp, slic

d our smiling photos from their frames. I gathered the little gifts, the dried flower

trembling hands, I lit a match. I watched as the first photograph-us, on ou

's contents into the flames. I

ked up my phone. I found the contact for the

This is Cara Weiss. I'm calling to terminate my sp

on the other end. "Uh... of co

d, looking into the

other question. It was a small a

xpect Danny to conf

LEN

I felt the disturbance in the air. The scent of an Omega in dist

olfless mate of m

unfamiliar agitation. I followed the scent and found her stu

wasn't the jolt of a fated bond; it was something else, a reson

Her plea to keep silent was desperate, but her eyes held a fl

back to the pack house, a broken

intr

h the restless energy of a predator that has scented a complex and fascinating

was

her pain. It was strategic. She was hiding some

ir was thick with the lingering scents of Dann

howling, confronting, making a scene. She was doi

more interesting than I

look into her. Not out of any sense of fami

nd I had the distinct feeling that the weakest-look