The Healer He Rejected: A White Wolf Reborn

For six months, I drained my very soul to heal Alpha Coleton's paralyzed spine. I gave so much energy that I lost the ability to shift into my wolf form. I thought when he finally stood up, he would announce to the pack that I was his Fated Mate.

Instead, he looked right through me.

"You have served the pack well as a servant," he said coldly.

Then he welcomed back Charly, the woman who had abandoned him the moment he was injured. To protect Charly from a harmless spider, he shoved me into a purification pool laced with liquid silver. It burned my skin like acid, leaving scars that refused to fade.

When Charly faked a cough during lunch, he accused me of poisoning her with Wolfsbane. He didn't check the food. He simply grabbed my jaw and forced boiling hot soup down my throat while I gagged and begged for mercy.

"If you hurt her again, I'll make you a slave," he threatened, his eyes full of disgust.

I finally understood. My sacrifice meant nothing to him. He would kill me to please a liar.

So, I sent a single text: "I accept your rejection, Alpha Coleton."

Then I disappeared.

Three years later, I returned. Not as a weak, broken healer, but as a legendary White Wolf, with the most powerful Alpha Prime in Europe holding my hand.

Coleton fell to his knees in the middle of the airport, tears streaming down his face as he begged for the bond to return.

I looked down at him with glowing golden eyes.

"You broke me so I could rebuild myself," I said softly. "And I built a world where you don't exist."

Chapter 1

Arminda POV:

The bass at the Blood Moon Pack house was loud enough to rattle the crystal chandeliers, but it couldn't drown out the nervous thrumming of my own heart. Tonight was the Full Moon Party. Tonight, everyone was celebrating the miracle recovery of Alpha Coleton Barron.

I stood in the shadows near the kitchen entrance, smoothing the fabric of my simple grey dress. My hands were trembling-not from cold, but from exhaustion. For six months, I had poured every ounce of my spiritual energy into Coleton's broken spine. I had sat by his bedside while the silver poison from a Rogue's dagger ate away at his nerves. I had taken his pain into my own body until I was too weak to even shift into my wolf form.

But it was worth it.

Coleton stood in the center of the room, tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating power. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his tuxedo fit him like a second skin. He was laughing at something an Elder said, his teeth flashing white. He looked magnificent. He looked alive.

My wolf, usually dormant from my fatigue, stirred feebly in my chest. Mate, she whispered. He is strong again.

I took a step forward. Surely, tonight was the night. Now that he was healed, he