LOGINJaniah Cross has spent her life being Crown Pack’s easiest joke: the plus-size wolf standing beside a beautiful sister everyone prefers. Then the Moon Goddess gives her the one thing nobody can laugh away. Alpha Prince Tyler Moore is her fated mate. But Tyler rejects Janiah before the entire pack, ashamed to have her at his side. Janiah decides she would rather leave Crown Pack than beg a man who humiliated her. That is when Eric Anderson, the dangerous young Alpha of Black Ridge, offers her a place in his pack after recognizing the talent everyone else ignored. Janiah packs her things and chooses a new life. Tyler refuses to let her go. Worse, his rejection has not fully broken their mate bond, and Janiah soon discovers her father has made promises about her that no father has the right to make. Now two Alphas want her inside their worlds. Janiah wants something neither of them expected her to demand. The right to choose for herself.
View More"I reject you as my mate, Janiah Cross."
Pain hit my chest so hard my knees bent. I planted both feet and forced myself to stay standing. People laughed. I looked at Alpha Prince Tyler Moore and tried to breathe.
Less than a minute earlier, he had walked into the Moon Assembly and my wolf had recognized him at once.
Mate.
Tyler stopped. His eyes locked on mine. His body went still. Tyler had been away from Crown territory for years. That was why we had never recognized each other before tonight. I still knew who he was. Everyone in Crown Pack did. He was the Alpha King's son and the man expected to inherit the Crown.
I was a low-status pack member who spent most public events trying not to give people another reason to laugh at me. I had never expected Tyler Moore to notice me. I definitely had not expected my wolf to call him mate. For a few seconds, I had been happy.
I had come to the Moon Assembly with one goal. Get through the event without giving anyone another reason to compare me to my younger sister, Nadia. That was what I worried about at public pack events. Nadia was the beautiful Cross sister. I was the fat one standing beside her. People had compared us for years. I knew what they thought of my body.
So when my wolf recognized Tyler, I thought he might not judge my body the way other people did. He was my fated mate. The way Tyler stopped and stared at me told me he had recognized the bond too.
I did not expect love from a man I barely knew. Tyler and I had no relationship before that night. He had not asked me one question. He did not know what I wanted, what I could do, or what kind of mate I would be. I only expected him not to reject me because of my body before he knew anything else about me.
Then Tyler looked around the room. People were watching us. He looked at Nadia. Then he looked at me again. His mouth tightened.
The first whispers started before he reached me.
"Janiah Cross?"
"She's his mate?"
Someone laughed. Tyler heard it. He did not tell them to stop. He walked over to me and rejected me in front of everyone.
Now the bond hurt so badly I had to concentrate on staying upright. My wolf was in pain too.
Tyler had recognized me. Then he had looked at the people watching. Then he had rejected me. I knew he had made that choice after checking who was watching.
Nadia touched my arm. "Jaya."
I pulled away. I did not want her to comfort me. Not there. Not while everyone was watching to see what I would do next.
Tyler stood in front of me and waited for me to answer. That made me angrier. He had fractured our bond in front of the pack. Now he wanted me to finish the rejection for him. I pressed my hand against my chest.
When one mate rejected the other, the rejected mate could accept the rejection and let the severance finish. Tyler knew that. So did I. He was waiting for my answer.
If I accepted, I would be helping him finish what he had started. He would reject me, I would say the required words, and everyone could watch the Alpha Prince walk away from the mate he did not want. I could not stop him from rejecting me. I could decide whether I made it easy for him.
"Accept it," he said.
I stared at him. "What?"
His jaw tightened. "Accept the rejection, Janiah."
Tyler was the Alpha King's heir. I knew he was used to being obeyed.
My body was still shaking. I said, "No."
Tyler stared at me. "What did you say?"
"I said no."
The whispers started again.
He stepped closer. "Do not make this harder than it needs to be."
I almost laughed, but nothing about that moment was funny enough. "Harder for who?"
Tyler lowered his voice. "Crown Pack needs a Luna who looks the part. I will not put a fat woman beside the Crown."
More laughter came from behind him. My face burned. I wanted every person in that room to stop looking at me. I wanted my chest to stop hurting. None of those things happened.
Nadia did not laugh. She stared at Tyler, but she still did not speak. I looked away from her.
I had heard comments about my weight for years. I already knew people could be cruel about my body. Tyler was different for one reason. He was the mate the Moon Goddess had given me.
He had found me and rejected me almost immediately because he did not want a fat woman standing beside him. He had made that decision before we had one private conversation. He had made it while the pack watched. He cared more about how I looked beside the Crown than about the mate bond.
I no longer wanted him. But I was not going to accept his rejection just because he ordered me to. He chose to reject me in front of everyone. I could refuse to obey him in front of everyone.
I looked straight at him. "Are you done?"
His eyebrows pulled together. "Excuse me?"
"Are you done talking about my body?"
The room went quiet. Tyler stared at me. I turned away before he answered.
"Janiah."
I started toward the doors.
"Stop."
I kept walking.
"I told you to accept the rejection."
I did not turn around. My chest hurt with every step. My eyes burned, but I refused to cry before I got out of the room. Nadia called my name behind me. I kept going.
I knew refusing the rejection meant the bond was not fully severed yet. I still did not expect what happened when I reached the doors.
All of a sudden, the bond pulled hard inside my chest.
I gasped. My body jerked backward one step before I caught myself.
Behind me, Tyler made a sharp sound. "Janiah, wait."
I stayed where I was and held my chest. The pull came again. I heard footsteps behind me.
Tyler was coming after me.
We packed the steel lockbox before the mountain sun cleared the trees. Frost covered the gravel yard in thin white needles. Two heavy utility trucks sat idling near the fuel pumps with their grilles turned south. Their diesel engines thrummed through the soles of my work boots. I checked the heavy brass lock on the iron case. Inside lay the railway manifests from Milepost 84. Thirty sheets of purple accounting paper sat under the ledgers. Each sheet showed the forged customs stamps of the royal border guards. Those stamps recorded three years of secret freight runs. My handwriting from the old depot marked the margins in clean black ink. I set the Moon Assembly rejection slip on top of the pile. Then I locked the thick iron lid with a loud click.Ashley Parker walked across the motor yard from the radio shed. Her coat collar was turned up against the cold morning wind. She carried a yellow clipboard filled with overnight wire notes. The palace radio towers in Crown City had stayed ac
The cold mountain gravel moved under my work boots as I took my stance. Dusk had taken the last copper light from the peaks above. The wide training yard was quiet and smelled of frozen pine needles. Eric stood three paces away in his dark wool sweater. His arms rested easily at his sides as his amber eyes watched my knees. He told me that a royal guard never starts with a loud roar or sharp teeth. A real fighter shifts his weight to his back heel first. Then he angles his lead shoulder forward by three inches. He closes the gap before his target even knows a fight has begun.Eric showed me the basic move at half speed. He glided over the dark stones without making the gravel crunch. When his chest reached my shoulder line, my first instinct was to push back. I wanted to shove against his collarbone with both open hands. Raymond had spent ten years teaching me that foolish habit. Pushing two hundred pounds of solid muscle only gives a big fighter an anchor to grab. Eric did not strik
The basement of Black Ridge headquarters did not look like a council chamber or an executive boardroom.It smelled like damp concrete, hot copper wire, and stale chicory coffee. Long fluorescent tubes hummed in steel cages overhead, casting a clean white glare over banks of radio consoles and map tables. On the northern wall, three digital monitors displayed low-frequency seismic sensors embedded along the mountain passes, their green line tracings trembling whenever a coal train crossed the state line.Daniel Reed had cleared the long oak plotting table before I walked in at seven that morning.He had arranged the paperwork into four neat piles, weighted down with empty brass shell casings to keep the draft from the ventilation ducts from scattering them. Beside the piles rested a thermal printer chattering out freight manifests in thin paper ribbons."You have full terminal access," Daniel said, pointing a scarred thumb toward a workstation in the corner. "The keyboard is clunky, bu
At two in the morning, the basement operations room was as cold as a meat locker.The only warmth came from the vacuum tubes in the long-range radio racks and the two ceramic mugs of chicory coffee Daniel had set beside the track map. On the northern monitor, the green seismic line for Gray Hollow was drawing a flat, steady horizon. It looked like an electrocardiogram for a sleeping mountain."Freight 414 just cleared the south junction," Daniel said, keeping his voice low enough that it barely carried past the plotting table. "Four minutes behind schedule. That means the engineer had to slow down for the curve at Milepost 81.""He slowed down because the track ballast was loose," I said, tapping the margin of the maintenance log with my pen. "Three tons of crushed granite dumped on the outer rail yesterday afternoon. The regional dispatcher marked it as routine bed settling, but the delivery slip came from a private quarry in Crown territory."Daniel leaned closer, the glow from the






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