The Rejected She-Wolf, Bound to the Vampire Prince

Moments before my Mating Ceremony, the guards shoved me from the altar.

I watched, paralyzed, as another she-wolf in a pristine white gown took my place. My mate, Beta Seth, didn't even flinch.

He took her hand—the hand of his childhood sweetheart, Brielle.

And in that silence, his voice echoed in my head through the mind link.

"Brielle is pregnant with a rogue's pup. She's mateless. I have to claim her, give her a home in the pack. It's to protect the child. I won't actually mark her. When this is all over, you'll still be my only one."

I almost believed his bullshit.

Until I saw Seth's hand stroking Brielle's waist after the ceremony. And Brielle, pulling him in for a kiss.

In that moment, my eyes burned, and I was rooted to the spot.

Seth thought I'd wait. Everyone who watched me pine for him thought I'd come crawling back, begging him to complete our bond.

After all, we were fated mates. I'd been waiting for this ceremony for five years.

But they had no idea. I turned my back on the pack and left.

The moment that failed ceremony ended, I bonded with Lucian. The most powerful Vampire Prince.

Three years later, I came back.

Lucian called for a truce with the werewolves—all for me. As his mate, I returned to my former pack lands to witness the treaty.

But the first thing my arrogant ex-fated mate did was rip the huge moonstone pendant off my neck.

"That's the Vampire Prince's moonstone. He bought it for his blood-bonded mate years ago. Where did you get that cheap knock-off? A street stall?"

"Enough with the tantrum. Come back. Brielle's kid is three. You can have a cot in the utility closet and clean up after him. Now take that cheap thing off your neck. Don't screw up the peace treaty."

I just stood there, rubbing the sore spot on my neck where the chain had scraped, and let out a quiet sigh.

He didn’t know that the moment anyone tried to rip this pendant from my throat, Lucian would feel it.

And the only thing that would greet them… was his world-ending fury.

Moments before my Mating Ceremony, the guards shoved me from the altar.

I watched, paralyzed, as another she-wolf in a pristine white gown took my place. My mate, Beta Seth, didn't even flinch.

He took her hand—the hand of his childhood sweetheart, Brielle.

And in that silence, his voice echoed in my head through the mind link.

"Brielle is pregnant with a rogue's pup. She's mateless. I have to claim her, give her a home in the pack. It's to protect the child. I won't actually mark her. When this is all over, you'll still be my only one."

I almost believed his bullshit.

Until I saw Seth's hand stroking Brielle's waist after the ceremony. And Brielle, pulling him in for a kiss.

In that moment, my eyes burned, and I was rooted to the