Seven Days to Die Begging My Rejected Mate

The sound of the door being kicked in was like a thunderclap.Soren stood in the doorway, his massive frame silhouetted by the hallway light.Seven years had chiseled the desperate boy from the mountains into a lethal predator. Broad shoulders, a tailored suit, and those golden wolf eyes.But his Alpha presence was the most terrifying thing of all. It crashed over me like a tsunami, stealing the air from my lungs."Well, look at this," he said, stalking into the room. His eyes swept over my rundown apartment. "The princess of the Silver Moon pack, living in a shithole like this."His smile was pure malice."Remember seven years ago, Daisy?" He drew out my name like a curse, savoring every syllable. "My dear rejected mate?"I didn't answer."Now it's my turn to look down on you."He stood in the center of the living room. His power was so intense the glasses in the room began to tremble."This is what you get for betraying your mate. The Moon Goddess's punishment, isn't it?""Yes," I

Three days later, the Eternal Portrait was done.I stared at my reflection on the canvas. Pale, thin, but I still held the dignity of a wolf noble."It's beautiful," the artist said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Like a soul resting in the Moon Goddess's embrace."Soren stared at the portrait, his expression unreadable."Now you need Wailers," he said, turning to me. "Do you have any idea how much that costs?"Wailers—an ancient class of wolves who used song to guide souls. A legendary Wailer cost enough to buy an entire estate for one ceremony."Starts at five hundred thousand," the artist whispered. "If you want a legendary one...""That's enough," I cut him off. "I can't afford it."It was the first time I'd pushed back. Soren's eyes lit up, like a wolf spotting wounded prey."Can't afford it?" he stepped closer. "The great princess of the Silver Moon pack can't afford her own funeral?""Soren—""I'll cover it," he pulled out his checkbook. "Is five million enough?"I stared at him i

After training, Soren found me."Thanks." He handed my jacket back. "But you shouldn't have helped me.""Why not?""Because it's going to cause you trouble," he said softly. "Marcus won't let this go."I laughed."I'm the heir to the Silvermoon Pack. He wouldn't dare touch me."Soren shook his head."You don't get it. The powerful don't challenge you head-on. They strike from the shadows." A flash of pain crossed his eyes. "I've seen it happen too many times."Suddenly, I wanted to know everything about him."Tell me your story," I said.He froze."What?""Tell me your story, Soren." I sat on the training field steps. "No one's around to hear."He hesitated for a long time, then sat down next to me."I'm from a small pack in the Barren Mountains. My father was a Beta. My mother died when I was seven." His voice was steady, but I could feel the pain he was hiding. "We were poor. So poor we couldn't afford basic combat training.""Then how did you get here?""I beat every opponent across

I nodded.He finally believed it."No. No. This isn't happening." He shot to his feet, pacing like a caged wolf. "There's a cure for Lunar Fade. There has to be.""Soren—""Don't say that!" he whirled on me, his eyes wild. "I won't let you die. Do you hear me? I forbid it."He rushed to the window, pulling out his phone and frantically dialing."Hello? I need the Moon Witch! What do you mean she's in the Alaskan Forbidden Lands? I'll pay anything!"I watched him in silence."And the Fountain of Life!" he roared into the phone. "Where is it? What do you mean it's a myth? Screw the myths! Find me the real thing!"He hung up and dialed again."The Moon Priests? Ancient healing rituals? Can you cure Lunar Fade?"One call after another. Every one a failure."It's impossible, sir...""There are no successful cases...""It is the Goddess's punishment. It cannot be reversed...""Useless!" Soren hurled his phone at the wall. It shattered. "All of them. Useless!"He turned to me, tears welling i

BAM!The door flew open. Julian stood there, his Alpha aura a physical force in the room."Enough," his voice was thunder. "Get away from her."Soren spun around, a feral glint in his eyes."Get out!" he growled. "You're not welcome here!""Look what you've done to her!" Julian pointed at my pale face. "She needs rest. Not your madness."Their auras clashed. The air turned to glass, vibrating, about to shatter.The medical monitors shrieked."I did this?" Soren let out a harsh laugh. "She's the one who betrayed me! She trampled on our bond at the sacred altar!""That was seven years ago!""Seven years?" Soren's eyes glowed a dangerous gold. "Do you have any idea what seven years of that pain is like? Do you understand that torment?"Julian took a step forward, his own silver-grey eyes blazing."Of course I do! Because I love her, too!"The air froze.Soren's face twisted into a snarl."You love her?" His voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Then why did you destroy her pack?"Julian fro