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“And yet you are still wolfless.” “She won’t come back until my mate marks me again,” I said. “Then have him mark you.” I straightened a little. “That was the plan. But now Father is making me marry Ambrose.” My mother’s face twisted. “Then have Ambrose mark you.” “Ambrose?” I blurted out. “Mother, you know what he—” “A wolfless princess has no claim to the throne,” my mother cut me off. “Without your wolf, you are weak and dispensable. You must do whatever it takes to get your wolf to return. Before your father hands the inheritance over to that affair child of his.”

Langley, or Vivian, as she asked me to call her, explained Lamia didn’t run with the pack because they were trying to keep her wolf hidden. No wonder she kicked my ass 3 years ago. I chuckled to myself; my second chance mate was a fucking dire wolf with royal Lycan blood. “Why did the prince reject her?” I had to know the reason; he was a fool for rejecting this little sex kitten. “Because he wasn’t her mate,” She stated. Huh? “What the fuck do you mean they weren’t mates? Then why the fuck did he reject her? Not that I’m complaining.”

And the current situation is clearly not conducive to that conversation. "Honestly, I don't even know what you're worried about. Our mate rejected us because she fell in love and was brainwashed by that wild wolf. But does that mean everyone will suffer the same fate? What would you do if the truth were different? What if there’s actually a reason she did it? You like her for her character, right? Do you think slhe’s the type to do what you’re thinking?” my wolf exclaimed, and I paused, staring at him in disbelief.

When I spoke out, a wave of irritation and disgust washed over me. “I accept your rejection.” I said without battling an eye and surprise was visible on their faces. His face scrunched up into a frown. Then regret followed by remorse. "I, Rowena Lindsay, accept your rejection." I didn't want to show my pain as I feel the connection between our wolves fading. When it was finally over, I forced a smile. I was now an ordinary wolf. The moon goddess is once again using my life to play a twisted game, making me an object of ridicule. Nothing makes sense at all. Finding out I was pregnant when it's too late to save my relationship? Absolutely ridiculous.

"I get it, you hate me. I’m accepting the rejection and going, but—" The sentence was cut short. Morrigan stepped out from the line of elders, the rhythmic thump of her cane sounding like a gavel. "But what?" Morrigan asked, her eyes as cold as river stones. "Were you planning to finish the job, weakening our Alpha's wolf for your own petty gain?" The urge to lunge at her, feeling my fingers close around that withered throat, was an almost physical pull. But I knew the cost, knowing they would strip my wolf for that and leave me a shell.

The seven pack elders stood in a semi circle and stared down at me with disgust. "I have decided that since this lady here is a wolf defect, she is wolfless and so is she useless. So we have to get rid of the filth for the image of this pack before the end of the mating ceremony which is tomorrow." Alpha Joshua announced. So we were still in the mating week, it usually last five days so which means I've been locked up for four days. "I say we banish her" a voice spoke. "Why banish her, let's kill her and save other packs the stress of meeting such a waste like her."

Or she could be the princess herself. But no. The red wolves don’t have alphas, but they uphold a regency leadership. Kings and Queens. If she’s the princess, she wouldn’t be allowed to leave their pack without knights or warriors. “That’s right. It’s not fair. For both me and the red wolf princess to submit to this archaic practice of arranged marriage.” I’m fighting the urge to fist her hair and devour her mouth until she begs me to take her, right here, on this rock table.

Thalia argued, her words carrying a touch of bitterness, her internal struggle etched on her face like an intricate tapestry. The inner wolf, however, delved deeper into the heart of the matter, challenging the very core of Thalia’s beliefs. “Is it power you seek or connection? The moon does not discriminate. It welcomes those who embrace its glow, regardless of pedigree.” Yet, Thalia, grounded in societal norms and traditions, couldn’t shake off the weight of the forbidden. “I have no idea what she is, but she is definitely not a werewolf, and it is forbidden for a prince to get married to a non-werewolf,” she declared, her tone carrying the weight of a rule she had long accepted.

So… he clenched his jaw forcing her scent out of his mind, not even wanting to think of what it meant. He looked at her, at her light golden hair, her pale skin, and her muted pink lips. Everything about her was pale. Unlike the werewolf women, she lacked color and warmth. She was ice instead of fire and the hot-blooded werewolf in him wanted to melt this icy princess. He wanted to burn her with the fire raging in him. "I don't believe you." He said. She wouldn't give up on her sister when she didn't even know whether she had a child or not and in what condition she could be.

My breath caught. “If you don’t accept my rejection, I don’t want to see you again,” he continued harshly. “And you will not tell anyone about this bond. I refuse to let my pack know the Moon Goddess gave me a wolfless, worthless mate. As your Alpha, I forbid you from speaking about it.” I stared at him, unable to move. My heart felt like it was being crushed. Should I accept his rejection?Should I make him feel the same pain I was feeling?