Rejected By The Alpha Heir, Claimed By Blood
The Luna Mother stepped between us and drew in a slow breath, testing the air, and whatever she found there settled over her face in an expression I couldn't read at all.
I looked past her, toward Chase. He was already staring at me — the same look he gave me every time he wanted me to understand exactly how badly I'd be punished. Nine years I'd lived under this roof, abandoned by my own blood for the crime of being too much, too visible, too wrong, and in nine years, no one here had ever looked at me like that meant anything.
Tonight, it apparently did.
"It can't be," a woman near the front breathed, awe curdling fast into disgust. "She's mated to the Alpha?"