The Lycan's Rejected Mate
I watched realization dawn on his face—horror first, then fury, then something dark and calculating as the truth carved itself into him.
Me.
I was his true mate.
The silence was deafening.
Penny turned, confusion knitting her brow—then she felt it too. Her face twisted, disbelief cracking into rage.
“No,” she whispered. Then louder. “No. This isn’t happening.”
Neal released her hand as if burned.
“This is a mistake,” he said sharply, his gaze never leaving me. “The moon goddess—she’s wrong.”
A collective gasp swept the room. He stepped forward, voice cold, merciless. “I reject you, Violet Ambrose.”