Seven Days to Die Begging My Rejected Mate
Seven years ago, I turned my back on my powerless fated mate, Soren, and chose a powerful Alpha instead.
Now, I’m dying alone in this shitty apartment with seven days to live.
The Moon's Glow is fading inside me.
Without the Final Rite, my soul will be chained to this earth, a ghost doomed to an eternity of torment.
And no Alpha will perform it for me.
Coughing up another mouthful of blood, I dialed the one number I swore I’d never touch again.
Soren. The mate I rejected.
Now, the most powerful Alpha in the North.
I begged him for the Final Rite.
Moments later, his engine screamed down my street.
But the boy I once knew was gone.
The man staring back at me now held nothing but pure, undiluted hatred in his eyes.
"Well, well. Look what we have here," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.
"The fallen princess. When are you going to finally drop dead? The second your heart stops, I’m dumping your corpse in the Feral Lands for the scavengers."