Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

The pack house hummed with excitement, silver and moonstone decorations adorning every corner as preparations for tomorrow's mating ceremony reached their final stages. I ran my fingers over the delicate lace of my ceremonial Luna gown one last time before carefully hanging it in my wardrobe. The dress was everything I'd dreamed of—ivory silk embroidered with tiny moonstones that would catch the light as Alexander and I completed our bond under tomorrow night's full moon.

My wolf, Willow, purred contentedly within me. *Soon we'll be officially bound to our mate forever,* she whispered in my mind.

"Forever," I murmured aloud, a smile playing on my lips as I closed the wardrobe door.

I crossed my private chamber, my bare feet silent against the polished wooden floor. The room smelled of the moonpetal flowers I'd arranged in crystal vases earlier—their sweet, delicate scent a traditional blessing for Luna-to-be. Alexander had always said he loved how I made our pack house feel like a true home.

A flash of white on my writing desk caught my eye—an unmarked envelope that hadn't been there when I'd left to check on the ceremony preparations. Curious, I picked it up, feeling its substantial weight. No name, no seal, nothing to indicate who might have left it.

Willow stirred uneasily. *Something doesn't feel right.*

"It's probably just another gift from one of the pack members," I reassured her, though my fingers trembled slightly as I broke the seal.

The envelope contained photographs. At first, I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing—a tangle of limbs, familiar hands on unfamiliar skin. Then, like a thunderbolt, recognition struck. Alexander's distinctive tattoo on his shoulder blade. His hands—hands that had caressed my face with supposed devotion—tangled in long red hair.

Scarlett Hayes.

The daughter of the Silverfang Alpha. Our supposed ally.

My stomach lurched as I flipped through image after image, each more intimate than the last. Alexander and Scarlett entwined in a hotel room. Alexander pressing her against a tree in what looked like the neutral territory between our packs. Alexander slipping a necklace around her neck—a moonstone necklace identical to the one he'd given me as a symbol of our unique bond.

"No," I whispered, my voice breaking on the single syllable. "No, no, no."

Willow howled in anguish inside me, the sound reverberating through my soul. *He wouldn't. He couldn't. We're his true mate.*

As if summoned by my pain, a warm pulse of excitement flooded through our mind-link—not mine, but Alexander's. I could feel him, miles away but connected to me through the bond we shared, his emotions leaking through despite his attempts to shield them. Anticipation. Desire. Not for me, not for our ceremony tomorrow, but for something—someone—else.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the link, and caught fragments of his thoughts: *Meet Scarlett at nine... the cabin in the eastern territory... one last time before the ceremony...*

The photographs slipped from my numb fingers, scattering across the floor like fallen leaves. The