His rejected curvy secret
Sharonher rejection, his regrether rejectionchasing my rejected matereturning to my rejected mate
“They think silver blood and a few pretty shifts mean they’ve won. They think mercy makes them strong. Mercy is weakness wearing a crown. Faye will stand in that moonlight circle in two days, with her chest puffed with pride, thinking she’s untouchable. And when her wolf falters—when the poison twists in her veins and she collapses in front of them all—they’ll see the truth. That the orphan is fragile. That the orphan is breakable. And when the pack turns to me, begging for the iron hand they used to fear, I’ll give it to them.”
I let the smile spread wider, and sharp enough to cut.
“The pack will crawl back. They always do. And when they do… I’ll carve the lesson so deep they’ll never forge