Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother
Snow dusted his dark hair, but he seemed entirely unbothered by the cold—as if it were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
"Off-limits?" he said, tilting his head. "The Alpha's daughter of the Obsidian Pack. High-born. Gave everything up for love, only to be destroyed in the end."
His eyes shifted back to me. Studying. Weighing.
"And you. The Luna heir who was raised to be perfect. Rejected by someone who never cared about you, and now on your knees in the snow, just waiting to die here." He paused, letting the words settle like the snow around us. "Tell me, what's the difference?"