My Own Alpha Reject Me

lor. Perfect, she thought as she decanted it into a crystal bottle and wrapped a ribbon around the neck, the words 'Clary's emporium' printed on the ribbon. Nobody could say their mone

ing the blinds with a wave of her hand before her mate, Jordon, stepped through the portal. "T

considered something of a sport at the station; they had come up with some very creative ways of capturing and killing vampires. "I've heard he's a harasser, a proper tyrant. I spoke to a few friends when I found out his name, and they all

wl. A royal wolf! "Why did they have to make me their leader? I was happy enough taking care of the Omegas; now I'm responsible for everyone

actually fight for them," Jordon said, grinning at the grimace on his sister-in-law' face. "One of the most powerful after my beautiful wife, of

e lid into place and hand-tying a ribbon around the box. She sent it, with a wave of her hand, to the vampire who had ordered it. "What a vampire wants a love

r-in-law's faces. "Some of us weren't born with a mate. It's fine," she said with a wave of her hand when she heard her sister start to speak. "I just

way like that, it hit her like somebody was trying to rip her stomach from her body. She had no mate. She had traveled the world, meeting Alpha after Alpha; none of them were her Alpha. When her

ys making everyone else happy. Where was her own happiness? Where was her Alpha? Oh yeah, she didn't have one. She would live her whole life watching those she cared about be happy and in love. She would watch

the counter. She grabbed a bottle and drained it in one gulp, cringing at the taste. She stared down at the bottle, her only salvation from being an unmated omega, the potion

And she refused to partner up with unmated Alphas. Sure, she'd had fun and distractions over the last two years, but shacking up with some random guy for three days every few months was more of a headache than she n

f off and pushing her morbid thoughts down as best she could, she turned and

n eyes, noting the red rims and damp eyelashes. She cringed internally when she thought of the news she had to share with her, deciding to just come out and say it as she led her back into her workshop.

ng slightly as if a huge weight were being lifted from her. She heard her breath huff out in a deep sigh. "Clary, did you hear what I

, one by one. She felt light, almost relaxed. She had this feeling in her stomach, not as if it were being ripped out, more like it was being rung out. This flutter

barely even smiled, so sad all the time. She put her mask on when it came to anyone who wasn't family. But Jordon had known her for years,

g to me? What is wrong with you?" She asked with genuine concern.

e sat back down again, a huge grin spreading across her face when that feeling returned—that wonderful, strange, beautiful feeling of peace, mixed with equal parts of anticipation. It was s

g up as she inhaled a massive lungful of air, dragging in breath after breath through her nose as her eyes slammed closed. This was the reaction she had been expecting—kind of,

the same two words over and over again as the most amazing, intoxicating scent wrapped aroun

r heart, the hole that had been chipped away over the last years, slowly but surely with each happy event that she had been a part of but apart from. And the hole in her soul—the hole that should be filled with a sliver of her mates' soul. And as it all crashed through her, she listened to that voice scre

oblivious, not even taking in the scent that was wafting down the hallway from the storefront. She was too preoccupied with her siste

ades, and centuries had she spent lonely and miserable when she could have been with her Alpha? It was hard to think about that when she felt the happiness and relief sweep throug