The Alpha's Rejected Mate
On your eighteenth birthday, under the blood moon ceremony, your mate—the pack’s golden prince—knelt not to claim you, but to cast you out. 'I reject this bond,' he said, voice cold. The pain nearly killed you. But deep in the wilderness, something ancient answered your sorrow. Now, power surges through your veins, feral and unmatched. The pack calls you cursed. The elders fear you. And he? He watches from afar, realizing too late what he threw away.