Rejected By The Alpha: The Hidden Luna's Revenge

For five years, I hid my identity as a legendary White Wolf, swallowing suppressants that tasted like ash just to protect Alpha Grafton.

I played the role of the spineless "Shadow," enduring his pack's ridicule and his cold indifference, all to fulfill a promise I made to his dead twin brother.

But when I finally exposed my powers to save Grafton from a rigged car crash, shattering my leg with liquid silver in the process, he didn't thank me.

Instead, he stepped over my bleeding body to comfort Cherrelle, a socialite who was faking a wrist injury.

He believed her lies over my sacrifice.

When I tried to warn him about the poison in his drink, he forced me to swallow the Wolfsbane myself.

He watched me convulse on the floor, calling me a "drama queen."

He even threw me into a dog kennel, crushing the only photo I had of his brother—the man I actually loved—under his boot.

He thought I was a stalker obsessed with him.

He didn't know I drank black coffee I hated every morning just to be in sync with him, or that the "jealousy" he saw was actually grief for the ghost of his twin.

Broken and done, I stood on the edge of Blackwood Bridge and sent him one final text.

"I'm going to be with the man I actually love."

Then, I rejected him as my mate, severed the bond that linked our souls, and let the dark river wash away five years of lies.

Chapter 1

Cayla POV:

The red circle on the calendar didn't just mark a date; it marked a prison break.

October 15th.

Five years. One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-five days of swallowing bitter pills and biting my tongue.

Justen's dying wish had been a shackle I wore willingly. "Keep him safe, Cayla. Hide your wolf. Hide your power. Protect Grafton until he is ready to lead the Bloodmoon Pack alone."

So I did. I played the part of the scentless, spineless assistant. I let them call me "Shadow." I let them think I was nothing.

But beneath the suppressants that made my blood taste like ash, I was a White Wolf. A myth in human skin.

"Contract's up, Justen," I whispered to the rain-streaked window. "I'm done."

I grabbed the resignation letter and headed for the Alpha's office. I didn't knock. After five years of cleaning up his messes, I figured I'd earned the right to barge in.

Grafton Mcleod sat behind his massive desk, radiating an aura that tasted like ozone and cedar. He was a True Alpha—dominant, aggressive, and unfortunately, my Fated Mate.

My wolf, Selene, scratched at the walls of her chemical cage. Mate!

I ignored her. To him, I was just the charity case his dead brother had dragged in.

"I'm resigning," I said, sliding the envelope across the mahogany.

Grafton looked up, his steel-gray eyes narrowing. "Is this a joke, Cayla? Or a negotiation tactic?"

"I just want to leave, Alpha."