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Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond Nine
Lucian’s POVI waited until her breathing evened out again—deep, slow, the kind of sleep that comes after the body has finally given up fighting. Only then did I rise from the chair.Every muscle protested. Not from exhaustion, but from the sheer effort of holding still for so long. My wolf clawed at the inside of my ribs, restless, needy, demanding I stay. Demanding I crawl onto that cot beside her, wrap myself around her small frame, and let the bond drown out the last six years of silence in my chest.I ignored him.I had to.She’d made it clear: no touching.No crowding.No claiming.I would honor that until my last breath—even if it killed me.The door opened quietly. Selene slipped back in, carrying a steaming mug of herbal tea and a small tray with bread, cheese, and a bowl of broth. She took one look at me—at the tension in my shoulders, the clenched fists—and her expression softened.“She’s asleep again,” she said, voice low.I nodded once.Selene set the tray on the side tab
Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond Eight
Lucian’s PovThe door clicked shut behind Gideon, leaving only the low crackle of the fire and the soft, uneven rhythm of her breathing.I stayed exactly where I was—elbows braced on knees, hands locked together so tightly the knuckles ached. If I moved even an inch closer to that cot, I might shatter whatever fragile thread of control I still had left.Six years.Six years of iron discipline.Of chaining the beast inside me every full moon.Of sleeping alone in a cabin so remote even the wind sounded lonely.Of watching my pack from the shadows because getting too close meant risking someone’s life.And in one night—one scent, one glimpse of green eyes wide with terror—every wall I’d built crumbled like ash.She was asleep again.Curled on her side under the quilt, knees drawn up, one hand tucked under her cheek. The angry red mark on the side of her neck peeked above the bandage—fresh, raw, unmistakable.A rejection mark.Not a mating bite gone wrong. Not a battle scar.A deliberate
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—my own—metallic and thick on my tongue.A low hum filled the air. Not voices exactly. More like… breathing. Multiple people breathing quietly, carefully, the way you do when you’re trying not to wake someone.I didn’t want to open my eyes.Opening them meant remembering.Remembering Damon’s voice slicing through the night.Remembering the golden thread snapping.Remembering Val’s laugh echoing like broken glass.Remembering the rejection mark burning like acid as I ran.But the warmth was insistent. It pressed against my skin—soft linen sheets, a thick quilt, the faint scent of lavender and healing herbs. My body hurt in too many places to count—knee throbbing, palms stinging, neck on fire—b
Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond Six
Lucian’s POV The wind carried the scent of pine and blood tonight. It always did in Nightshade territory—old blood, new blood, the kind that never quite washed away from the earth. I stood on the ridge overlooking the southern border, arms folded across my chest, letting the cold bite into my bare skin. Shirtless even in late autumn. The cold kept my wolf sharp. Kept the curse from settling too deep. I’d learned that lesson years ago. The moon was fat and silver above the treeline, pulling at every wolf in the pack, but it pulled hardest at me. Always had. Since the night the curse took root. I was twenty-three then. Young for an Alpha. My father had just died in a raid from a rival pack—Silver Moon’s allies at the time. My mate, Liora, had been with him. She wasn’t a fighter. She was a healer. Gentle. Soft-spoken. The kind of female who made even the most brutal warriors lower their voices when she walked by. They killed her anyway. I found her body hours later—throat torn op
Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond Five
Elara’s POVThe forest swallowed me whole.Branches clawed at my arms, my face, ripping the thin white shift into ribbons that fluttered behind me like surrender flags I refused to wave. My bare feet slammed against roots and stones, each step sending fresh pain shooting up my legs, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. If I stopped, the scream building in my throat since Damon’s voice cut through the night would finally break free, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever stop screaming once it started.The rejection mark burned.Not like a candle flame. Like someone had poured molten iron directly onto my skin and let it eat inward. Every heartbeat pulsed through it—sharp, vicious, reminding me exactly what he’d said.Weak.Unworthy.Forgotten.I pressed my palm to the mark without thinking. The skin felt raised, hot, angry. My fingers came away slick with blood. I stared at the crimson smear on my hand for one stupid second, then wiped it on my ruined dress and kept running.How far had I gone? Mile
Rejected and Reclaimed: The Alpha's Second Bond Four
Damon’s POVThe clearing was packed tighter than usual tonight. Torches snapped and hissed, throwing orange flickers across faces I’d known my whole life. The drums thumped low and steady—familiar, almost comforting. I stood at the front with the elders, arms crossed, Val tucked against my side like she belonged there.She did belong there.Tonight was supposed to be simple: watch the lower ranks go through their mate reveals, nod politely when the Goddess paired off the nobodies, then step forward with Val at my side. Announce her as my chosen Luna. Seal it with a public mark if the elders pushed for tradition. The pack would cheer. My father would finally stop looking at me like I was still a boy playing at Alpha.Easy.Val’s fingers laced through mine, squeezing once. She smelled like jasmine and victory.“You nervous?” she whispered, lips brushing my ear.I smirked down at her. “For this? No.”She laughed softly. “Good. Because after tonight, no one gets to question us.”I squeeze
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