The Alpha's Rejected Mate
His stance was casual, but there was nothing relaxed about the way his muscles coiled beneath his clothes, like a predator poised to strike.
Recognition settled in my gut like ice.
Darius Nightshade.
The Alpha of the Nightshade Pack.
My rival.
The bastard was smiling.
"I have to say," he mused, tilting his head, "it's not everyday an Alpha gets rejected by his mate in front of an audience. Must be humbling."
The growl that rumbled from my chest was low, dangerous.
Darius chuckled. "Careful," he warned mockingly. "You wouldn't want your little mate seeing you lose control."
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