“I, Alpha Gordon Graylock, reject you, Loraine Kellen, as my mate, and Luna of the Withall pack.”
WHAT?! I can’t hide the surprise that makes its way to my face or the pain and hurt that follow. His eyes are cold and detached as they stare me down after that proclamation, and I am left wondering if this is the same man whom I have always known as kind and good. I open my mouth to choke out words, but the priestess beats me to it. “Loraine Kellen, you have been rejected by your mate.” as if I did not just hear it loud and clear and in front of the entire pack. “You can either accept or decline his rejection, but bear in mind that declining his rejection might be risky for both you and your wolf.” Tears pour down my face, and I immediately wipe them away. My wolf has folded herself away into a corner. I’m sure that she is even more hurt and shocked than I am. We had both been anxious for this day. The mate bond starts to break slowly. I can feel it. It’s like being ripped apart slowly, and once I accept the bond, there will be nothing left but emptiness. “I, Loraine Kellen...” the words get stuck at the back of my throat. I clear my throat and try again. I am trying as much as possible not to sound broken and weak, even though right now I am all shades of broken. “I, Loraine Kellen, accept your rejection as your mate and Luna.” I hold back the tears that threaten to fall. I want to ask why he is rejecting me. He would not even give me a chance, but he is gone as soon as the last words leave my mouth, as though standing in front of me was a punishment, and I just released him from it. I continue holding back my tears till the rest of the pack members, including the priestess, take her leave after saying several things, which I pay no attention to until I get to my room. Once I am in the privacy of my room, I break down and bawl my eyes out. After hours of crying, falling asleep, waking up, and repeating the cycle all over again, I decide to confront Gordon and demand he give me a reason for rejecting our bond without even giving us a chance. Without dusting myself or checking in the mirror to make sure I am at least decent-looking enough to go out, I storm out of my room, which for some reason is in the pack house, towards Gordon’s room. His room is in a part of the pack house that I have never ventured to before, but I am somehow able to find my way around the maze-like twists and turns till my feet stop in front of a thick mahogany door, which is quite distinctive from the rest of the rooms in the pack house. Both my guts and my wolf tell me that this is the Alpha’s door, so without waiting for fear to grip me and cause me to second-guess myself, I knock on the door once, then twice. I am about to knock again when the door swings inward, and I am shocked by the sight that greets me. Jennifer is standing in front of me with nothing but a short, flimsy towel around her waist, which does nothing to hide her tanned skin. My mouth hangs open, and for the second time today, I fail to form words. We stand there for what seems like hours before Jennifer breaks the silence. “Loraine,” her eyes shift to my dress. I imagine that I am a mess. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” Of course, you didn’t. My wolf retorts angrily. But is that the best you can say in this situation? What happened to defending yourself? I am about to say something when Gordon appears behind her. He whispers something in her ears, and Jennifer retreats back into the room, and I am regaled by his full-half nakedness. His chest is in full view, directly in my nose. It takes everything in me to stop me from lunging at him and strafing him right there. I shake the thoughts away. This whole wolf thing is still new to me, so it's hard to separate my thoughts from those of my wolf. “Why are you here?” His voice is even more frosty than when he rejected me in the hall. I feel chills run down my spine. “I thought I made myself clear when I rejected whatever bond I have with you.” “But…” “Is there anything else you want to say, or is this it?” He’s a jerk. I completely agree with you. Is she why you rejected me?” The fact that, after finally finding my voice, that is the first thing I can ask. Of course, dumb ass, she is the reason he rejected you. It's so obvious that even the blind can see it. “I rejected the bond because you are weak and ordinary. My pack deserves someone more than that as a Luna.” He looks at me, and the looks he gives me say he’s disgusted by me. "Jennifer, on the other hand, is different. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also mature and a leader. You’re just a child who only got her wolf yesterday.” The words sting more than they should. I cannot decide what to feel because everything overwhelms me at once. I am still feeling the shock of seeing my best friend with the man who just rejected me, and I’m getting rejected for the second time in a day. “Hoe long has this been going on?” the tears I have been holding fall. “How long have you been sleeping with my best friend?” “Does that matter?” he sneers at me. “But since you want to know so badly, then I’ll tell you. It has been happening for as long as I can remember because I love her and so does my wolf. Now, if you don’t mind, I'd like to go back inside. Jennifer does not like to be kept waiting.” With those words, he shuts the door in my face. Only now do I realise that we had not been alone in the hallway. There are a few people with their heads poking out of their doors, and once the Alpha leaves, they all return back to their various rooms. Good, leave. My wolf whines. I should find a name for her soon. There’s nothing to see here. I return to my room and begin to arrange my things. Alpha Gordon has made it clear. The only thing that had been keeping me in this pack had been my best friend, Jennifer, and the prospect of finding my mate. Now that I have lost both, there’s no need to stay here anymore. I have finished packing my bags and am about to roll my things and myself out of the apartment, which I will share with my best friend when Jennifer returns. Her eyes were immediately drawn to my packed bags. “What are you doing, Loraine?”Loraine’s POV One year later Warm sunlight streamed through the curtains, waking me from the most peaceful sleep I could remember. I stretched lazily, my smile growing as I realized I wasn’t alone. Soft lips trailed along my shoulder, followed by a whisper. “Good morning, my love,” Hunter’s voice was low and husky, his breath tickling my ear. I turned my head, meeting his dark, playful eyes. “Morning,” I murmured, still groggy but already melting under his gaze. Before I could say more, I felt another hand slide across my waist. Preston’s familiar laugh filled the room. “You’re hogging her, Hunter. Move over.” I rolled over, finding him smirking at me, his blond hair adorably tousled. “Is this how every morning is going to start from now on?” I teased. “Only the best for our Luna,” Killian chimed in, leaning against the doorframe with a tray of coffee and pastries. “Breakfast in bed?” Kris appeared behind him, shaking his head. “You’re all going to spoil her.” Hunter smirked
Loraine’s POV The beeping of machines was the first thing I heard when I woke up. My body felt heavy, and every inch of me ached. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the harsh hospital lights. Familiar voices reached my ears, filled with worry and relief. “She’s waking up!” Preston’s voice cracked. I turned my head slightly to see him standing by my side, his eyes rimmed red as if he hadn’t slept in days. “Loraine,” Hunter whispered, his hand reaching out to gently touch mine. His usual confident demeanor was replaced by raw emotion. “You’re okay. You’re safe now.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw all four of them—Hunter, Preston, Killian, and Kris—hovering around me like protective sentinels. “What… what happened?” I croaked, my voice raspy. Killian knelt down beside me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You were kidnapped. The warriors that have been investigating it say that Gordon and Jennifer…” His jaw tightened, but he took a deep breath. “We found you ju
Hunter’s POV The abandoned warehouse the tracker led us to was ahead; its huge structure was sharp and terrifying against the night sky. The air was thick with tension, and my pulse roared in my ears as we pulled up to a screeching halt. Preston was the first to leap out, phone in hand, tracking Loraine’s location. “The signal ends here,” Preston said, his voice tight with worry. He turned the screen toward us. “She’s inside somewhere.” Kris gritted his teeth. “Let’s spread out. She could be hurt.” I grabbed his arm. “No one goes alone. If something happens, we’re stronger together, and I need every one of you alive, or else Loraine will kill me.” Gideon nodded in agreement, his face grim. “Hunter’s right. Split into pairs. Shout if you find anything.” We crept through the warehouse, every creak of the floorboards putting us on edge. I stuck close to Killian, my hand gripping the handle of my blade. The place reeked of rust and damp, but there was another smell too—blood. My st
Hunter’s POV The excitement we all felt was electric. The Lycan ball wasn’t just any event; it was monumental. This was the night that our pack would become an official capital for the Lycans. Tonight, we—Preston, Kris, Killian, and I—would also make our first public appearance as Loraine’s fiancés. And, if everything went as planned, this ball would pave the way for our wedding, set to happen immediately after. I tightened my cufflinks that had Lorraine's name on them and turned to Kris, who was fixing his tie in front of the mirror. “Do you think they’ll announce us as Loraine’s mates? Or do we just, you know, casually stroll in and let the stares do the work?” Kris smirked at my reflection. “Why stroll when you can strut? Let them talk. This is our moment.” Killian popped his head into the room, his shirt still unbuttoned, revealing a chiseled chest. “You’re all overthinking it. Loraine will steal the show the moment she walks in. We’re just accessories tonight.” “Speak for
Loraine’s POV The air buzzed with excitement as I stood in front of my vanity, smoothing my hands over the soft fabric of my gown. Tonight was the Lycans’ grand ball, an event so prestigious that even Sasha, who normally didn’t care for formalities, was squealing with excitement. Sasha burst into my room with Chloe trailing behind her, both carrying armfuls of dresses. “Loraine!” Sasha exclaimed, her eyes bright. “You have to help us pick! Chloe and I are determined to make an impression tonight.” Chloe giggled, holding up a shimmering silver gown against her small frame. “I heard the Lycan King himself might be there. Imagine if he notices one of us!” I chuckled, turning away from the mirror. “You two are acting like teenagers. What’s gotten into you?” Sasha placed her hands on her hips, mock glaring at me. “Excuse me, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Lycans, Loraine. Lycans! Do you know how rare it is to even see one in person, let alone meet their king?” Chloe nodded
3rd POV The tension between Alpha Gordon and Jennifer crackled in the air like a brewing storm. The two stood in the dense forest near the treeline, their voices echoing through the trees, harsh and biting. “You fucking bitch! You ruined everything!” Gordon snarled, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. His sharp, gray eyes glinted dangerously, a mix of fury and frustration. Jennifer folded her arms across her chest, her stance defiant. “First of all, watch your fucking mouth. I’m not your doormat. I ruined everything?” She shot back, her voice rising. “You’re the one who couldn’t let go of your ridiculous obsession with Loraine. If anything, I saved us from disaster by getting Mabel arrested.” “Mabel was our leverage, Jennifer!” Gordon growled, taking a threatening step forward. “She was the key to forcing Loraine back into my life. And now she’s rotting in a cell because of your betrayal!” Jennifer didn’t flinch. Instead, she took a step closer, her chin tilted upward in de
Loraine’s POV This is the first time in what felt like years that my life didn't seem like a world-ending storm I had to constantly brace myself against. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions—betrayal, accusations, and finally, vindication. But now, as I sat in the sprawling living room of our shared home, surrounded by my mates—Preston, Hunter, Kris, and Killian—I felt something I hadn’t in a long time. Peace. Preston lounged on the couch next to me, one arm draped lazily across my shoulders. Hunter was sprawled out on the floor with a pile of papers he claimed were “strategic plans,” though he was doodling more than writing. Kris was in the kitchen, preparing what smelled like something delicious, while Killian sat across from me, polishing his sword like the ever-serious warrior he was. “So,” Hunter said, breaking the comfortable silence, “have we all agreed that the Lycan ball will be our moment to show off the fact that Loraine is officially ours?” I rolled my
Loraine’s POV I had never felt more powerless in my entire fucking life. The moment the crowd gathered around Mabel’s bleeding, sobbing form, their accusatory glares locked on me, it was over. My protests, my explanations—they were drowned out by her dramatic cries and the murmurs of the onlookers. The bitch had planned this very, very well. I was arrested on the spot. My four mates—Preston, Hunter, Kris, and Killian—could do nothing but watch as I was dragged away. Their eyes were full of desperation, but they knew as well as I did that they couldn’t interfere. The Lycan laws were absolute, and once the Council was involved, even Alphas had to comply. I sat in the dark, cold cell for what felt like an eternity, the walls closing in around me as I replayed the events in my mind. Mabel had outplayed me, and now I was being hauled to Lycan court, the very heart of justice for our kind, where Mabel’s uncle, Lord Arnold, presided. Of-fucking-course! He was a smug, greedy man who th
Loraine’s POV I had gotten used to the crazy-ass chaos that now surrounded me, but recently, there was a strange stillness in the air. Freaking Firstly, our supposed psychopath, Mabel, the woman who had made my life unbearable, was quiet. Too quiet. It felt like the calm before a storm, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. Her absence from my life—no pranks, no insults, no sudden confrontations—was unsettling. Every time I caught a glimpse of her, I noticed how distant she had become. She no longer tried to provoke me; instead, she seemed to be going about her life, almost as though she had forgotten about our past. I didn’t know what was worse—the fact that she had stopped tormenting me or the fact that I couldn’t figure out her angle. It was late in the evening when my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a message from Mabel. My heart skipped a beat as I read her words: “We need to talk. Meet me at the old barn, north of the pack. I have informatio