The Alpha's Rejected But Defiant Fated Mate

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inward, pushed open by two guards. The welcome ceremony the

Carson Welch, gently holding another woman, F

ale-skinned, with watery brown eyes and soft flaxen hair. She looked bac

ervants' eyes turned to me, so

a real Luna," one maid whispered behind

ater, out of duty, I had been forced to marry Carson-my fated mate. But he had never liked me. I had always played the role of Luna. I manage

oss the hall. His gaze passed over me as if I were nothing more

ped her over the threshold as if

ting through the silence. She took half a step forward,

d to me, and I believed she

s is Finley Leach. She will be staying with us." His voice was a command, n

acknowledging my existence. At my m

king at the flawless display in the hall-the floors polished to a mirror shine, the welcome banner hanging strai

was a small anchor in the storm of my anxiety. She and Eleanor were am

tsy, her eyes downcast. She looked like a

digging deep into my palms. In a world that had just lur

forced a stiff, formal smile. "Of course. The Welch pack always has roo

not challenge her. Instead, he guid

scent washed over me-lilies

o fear in them. Only a flash of cold, hard triumph. "

rything. This was not an ac

a sound only I could hear, a silent scream

e stairs and finally turned. Not

Blue Room," he declared. The Blue Room. The one next t

"The guest wing is perf

eaving no room for argument. It was a direct c

s, leaving a trail of shatt

ow. Everyone was looking at me, the aba

sion a mixture of pity and frustration.

ow what to say. Wh

control the situation. "Go to your chambe

I was exiled from the heart of my own home like an outsider, whi

be more humili