My Mate Rejected Me, So I Married the Alpha King

On the night of the Full Moon Banquet, I stood in my mother's white silk dress, waiting for my childhood sweetheart, Chace, to finally claim me as his mate.

Instead, he stood on stage holding another woman's hand.

He didn't just reject me. He humiliated me before the entire pack.

"Ember is gentle," Chace announced, his eyes cold. "But a pack needs strength. She will serve Karyn. And because I am generous, she will stay on as a Breeder."

A mistress. A vessel for pups he would never acknowledge.

To prove his loyalty to his new Luna, Chace forced me to drink Wolfsbane wine.

As I convulsed on the floor, he laughed. He even threatened to dig up my dead mother's bones and feed them to wild dogs because Karyn called her a traitor.

He thought he had broken me.

He didn't know the poison hadn't killed me. It had dissolved the seal on my core, waking up a bloodline thought to be extinct.

I wasn't a weak Omega. I was a White Wolf.

And I had one card left to play—a debt owed to my mother by the Alpha King himself.

I clutched the obsidian token in my pocket and screamed into the mental void.

Keith Mosley, I am calling in the debt.

A dark, ancient voice answered immediately.

I hear you, little wolf. What do you desire?

I looked at Chace's smug face one last time.

Revenge.

Chapter 1

Ember POV:

The white silk of my dress felt less like a garment and more like a second skin. It was simple, elegant, and the only thing of value I owned. My mother, Liana, had left it for me before she passed, telling me to wear it on the night my life changed.

Tonight was the annual Full Moon Banquet for the Red Stone Pack.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Tonight, the moon was at its peak. If the Moon Goddess was kind, Chace Mcfarland, the future Alpha of our pack, would finally feel the pull. He would smell my scent, his wolf would call out to mine, and he would claim me.

I had loved Chace since we were pups. I had bandaged his wounds after training, cooked his meals when he was too tired, and stayed in the shadows so he could shine.

"Ember! Quit daydreaming and get your ass down here!"

The voice belonged to a Gamma warrior. I took a deep breath, smoothed my hair, and walked down the grand staircase of the Pack House.

The ballroom was suffocating. The scent of roasted meat, expensive perfume, and the musk of shifting wolves filled the air. But as I reached the bottom step, the noise died down.

Everyone was looking at the stage.

Chace stood there. He looked magnificent in his tuxedo, his sandy hair perfectly styled. But he wasn't looking for me. He was holding the hand of Karyn Warren.

Karyn was beautiful in a predatory way, with sharp eyes