The Rejected Mate's Curse
The humiliation clung to my skin like a stain I couldnât wash away. With trembling hands, I pulled my clothes back on, desperate to leave the room, to put as much distance as I could between me and this hell. But as I reached for the door, Chrisâs voice called after me, smug satisfaction lacing his words.
âYouâre not so bad, Camilla,â he taunted, turning to Tyson. âWhat do you think, future Alpha? Do you mind if I visit a little more often?â
Tysonâs face was a mask of cold fury as he looked at me, his pride and ego burning from the knowledge that his mate was a lowly omega. He stared me down, a sneer twisting his lips as he spoke.
âI, Tyson Woods of the Two Moons pack, reject you, Camilla, as my mate.â His words struck me like a blade. âAccept it or donât. I donât care.â
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Turning eighteen was supposed to change everything. I should have felt my wolf awaken, should have finally belonged to my pack. Instead, all I got was silenceâthe same empty, gnawing silence thatâs haunted me since the day I realized Iâd always be the runt, the omega no one cares about. When I met my mate, I thought it might finally be different. But Tyson Woods, my so-called fated mate, didnât just reject meâhe destroyed me, making it clear I was nothing but a stain on his pride.
Running away was my only choice, even if it meant crossing into enemy territory. Now Iâm trapped, claimed by Alpha Rykerâa man as cold and unyielding as the forest that swallowed me up. Heâs dangerous, feared by every wolf on this side of the border,