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Fourteen

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Elara’s POV

The honey cake sat heavy on my tongue—too sweet, too rich, too much like something I wasn’t supposed to have.

I swallowed the last bite anyway, then stared at the empty plate, the crumbs, the little silver fork, the matte-black tray that probably cost more than everything I owned back in Silver Moon.

I couldn’t just leave it there.

That felt wrong.

So I stood up, knees still shaky, and picked up the tray.

The room was so quiet I could hear my own breathing.

I walked barefoot across
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  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Twenty Five

    Lucian’s POVI was in the cabin office when the scent first reached me — faint at first, just a whisper on the breeze through the open window.But within seconds it turned vicious.Sweet.Heavy.Desperate.Soaked in raw, aching need.Elara.My mate.In full, brutal heat.My wolf roared awake so violently I almost shifted right there — claws scraping the desk, vision flashing gold, teeth elongating before I forced them back.The pen in my hand snapped clean in half.Ink splattered across the papers like blood.Then my phone rang.Her name on the screen.Elara.I answered in half a second.“Elara?”No words.Just a broken whimper.Then silence.Then the phone hit the bed — I heard it thud through the speaker.That was all I needed.I tore out of the cabin.Through the pack house corridors.Up the stairs.Past the living area.Straight to her suite.Her scent was drowning me — thick, intoxicating, making my head spin and my cock harden painfully in seconds, leaking through my sweatpants.

  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Twenty Four

    Elara’s POVIt started in the middle of a perfectly normal afternoon.I was in the garden with Amara — our usual spot by the fountain, her chattering about how Gideon had tripped over his own boots again during training (“He’s a beta, Elara, a beta. How does a grown man fall on his face like that?”) — when the first shiver hit.Not the cold kind.The kind that starts deep in your bones and crawls outward, like someone poured warm oil down your spine and let it pool in all the wrong places.I shifted on the stone bench, rubbing my arms.Amara paused mid-sentence.“You okay? You look flushed.”I forced a smile.“Yeah. Just… warm.”She raised a brow.“It’s 60 degrees out here. You’re in a sweater. You sure?”I nodded, but the shiver came again — stronger this time.It spread from my lower belly outward, a slow, liquid heat that made my thighs clench without warning.My nipples tightened under my bra so suddenly it hurt, and I crossed my arms over my chest to hide it.Amara’s eyes narrowe

  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Twenty Three

    Elara’s POVThe pack house kitchen smelled like fresh bread and cinnamon every single morning now.I was elbow-deep in dough for the third time this week, sleeves rolled up, hair in a messy ponytail, laughing because Selene had just flicked flour at me and called me “the Luna who kneads better than she growls.”I wasn’t Luna yet.Not officially.But the pack had started calling me that anyway — half teasing, half serious — ever since Lucian started letting me sit with him at the head table during meals.He never pushed for the big announcement.He just… let me exist beside him.And somehow, that was enough for most of them.Most.Not all.I wiped flour off my cheek and glanced toward the doorway.Two girls — mid-twenties, high-rank families, always perfectly put-together — were leaning against the frame watching me.Lila and Mara.They didn’t smile.They never did when I was around.Lila crossed her arms.“Still playing house in the kitchen, I see.”I kept kneading.“I like it here.”

  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Twenty Two

    Elara’s POVThe next morning I woke up to Amara banging on my door like the building was on fire.“Elara! Open up before I use the spare key Gideon gave me and embarrass us both!”I groaned, rolled out of bed, and stumbled to the door in the oversized hoodie I’d stolen from the wardrobe yesterday (it smelled faintly of cedar and smoke — I was ignoring whose it might be).I yanked the door open.Amara stood there with two iced lattes, a paper bag that smelled like fresh donuts, and a grin that screamed trouble.“Morning, sunshine! You look like you fought a war in your sleep.”I rubbed my eyes.“I feel like I did.”She pushed past me into the room.“Perfect. That means you need caffeine and sugar and bestie gossip. Sit.”I obeyed because arguing with Amara before coffee was pointless.She handed me one of the lattes — caramel swirl, extra whip, just how I liked it.“Drink. Then spill. How was the talk with Mr. Broody Alpha last night? Did he finally confess he’s been writing poetry abo

  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Twenty one

    Elara’s POVThe knock came at exactly 8:03 p.m.I knew because I’d been staring at the digital clock on the wall like it was going to tell me what to say when he showed up.Three taps.Slow.Deliberate.Like he was giving me time to run and hide if I wanted.I didn’t.I stood up from the sofa, smoothed the emerald sweater dress Amara had bullied me into keeping on (“You look like a forest goddess, wear it or I’m burning your joggers”), and walked to the door on legs that felt like jelly.I opened it.Lucian filled the doorway.No shirt (shocker).Black sweatpants hanging low.Bare feet.Hair a mess like he’d been tugging at it for hours.Eyes glowing that dangerous amber, tired but locked on me like I was the only thing keeping him upright.He didn’t step inside.Just looked.“Hey,” he said — voice low, gravelly, like he hadn’t used it in a while.“Hey,” I said back.Silence.Not awkward silence.Charged silence.The bond was already humming between us — hot, buzzing, making my skin p

  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Twenty

    Lucian’s POVThe cabin office felt like a damn cage today.I was leaning against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, staring at the patrol log Gideon had just tossed down like it owed him rent money.“Three more rogues on the east ridge,” he said, pacing like he was trying to wear a hole in the floor. “Same three scents. No attack. No crossing. Just… circling. Again. Like they’re waiting for us to fuck up so they can say ‘told you so’.”I flipped the page without really reading it.“Same pattern as yesterday?”“Worse. They’re inching closer each time. Not enough to trip the alarms, but enough that our scouts are starting to twitch. They’re testing us, Lucian. Seeing how far they can push before we snap.”I tossed the log back on the desk.“Add another fireteam to the night shift. Overlap the patrols. I want constant eyes on that ridge. No gaps.”Gideon nodded, but he didn’t leave.He stopped pacing, planted both hands on the desk, and looked at me like he was about to say something I

  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Eleven

    Damon’s POVThe coronation had ended in a roar of pack approval that still echoed in my ears.Valentina stood beside me on the raised platform at the front of the hall, crimson gown clinging to her like blood on steel. The chosen mark on her neck—my bite—was still raw and proud, the skin around it

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  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Seven

    Elara’s POVThe first thing I became aware of was warmth.Not the sharp, stinging kind that came from fever or infection.Soft. Steady. Wrapped around me like a blanket I hadn’t earned.My eyelids felt glued shut. Heavy. Crusted with dried tears and forest dirt. I tried to swallow and tasted blood—

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  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Fifteen

    Elara’s POVThe SUV smelled like new leather and Amara’s vanilla perfume.I sat in the passenger seat clutching the black card like it might bite me.Amara drove with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping the music—something upbeat and poppy I’d never heard before.She sang along off-key on purp

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  • Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond    Seventeen

    Elara’s POVThe shopping bags were everywhere.Piled on the low gray sofa, spilling across the floating console, one even balanced on the black-marble coffee table like it was too expensive to touch the floor.I stood in the middle of the room in nothing but the softest black lace bra and panties I

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