Rejected by the Alpha, Now His Undoing
I watched Benedict Collingwood reject me in front of the entire council five years ago, his cold blue eyes slicing through the mate bond like it was nothing. Now I'm back—stronger, deadlier, carrying a secret that could burn the whole werewolf hierarchy to the ground. Too bad the ruthless alpha is widowed, desperate, and staring at me like he still owns every inch of my skin. The worst part? My body remembers exactly how his touch felt under that full moon... and it's begging for round two.
Chapters
The Council Hall smelled exactly the same. Pine polish, old money, and the faint copper tang of barely contained wolf. I kept my heels clicking against the marble like I owned the place. The first lie...
Read more →The misty council gardens smelled like wet cedar and old grudges. I walked the gravel path with my coffee in hand—black, two sugars—because the bond had spent the whole assembly kicking my ribs like a...
Read more →The council chamber smelled like old parchment, stronger wolves, and the faint metallic bite of fear. I sat in the observer's gallery with my back straight enough to ache, black dress crisp as a fresh...
Read more →The connecting door between my quarters and Benedict's might as well have been paper. I could feel him on the other side, that low thrum making the scar on my collarbone itch like a fresh brand. Midni...
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