Rejected By The Alpha Heir, Claimed By Blood
"I, Alpha Jace of the Makasi Moon Pack, refuse to let this fat thing be my Luna."
"And I—" My voice cracked, stammering through the agony. "I, Ophilia of the Makasi Moon Pack — refuse to accept the Alpha's rejection."
They called me the fat maidservant nobody wanted. Then the moon goddess made me the mate of the Alpha heir — and he rejected me in front of four hundred wolves rather than claim me as his own.
I'm Ophilia. Nine years I served the Draven royals in silence, swallowing every insult, every slap, every reminder that I would never be enough. So when Alpha Jace looked at my body like it was something to be ashamed of and refused me on that platform, I didn't break like they wanted me to. I stood back up. I refused his rejection right back — binding him to me forever, whether his pride could stomach it or not.
They beat me. They tore the only thing my dead parents left me from my hand. They hunted me through the woods like an animal.
They should have killed me when they had the chance.
Because I'm not the same girl who ran into those trees. I have a new face, a new name, and a secret bloodline old enough to burn their entire throne to the ground. I'm going to walk back into that packhouse, take back everything they stole from me — and if the Alpha who called me unworthy falls in love with a woman he doesn't even recognize along the way?
Good. Let him choke on it.
He rejected the girl. He has no idea what's coming for the woman.