I always believed the Moon chose mates with purpose. I just never expected mine to look at me like a mistake. The Alpha of Varreth doesn't claim weak wolves, and on the night my mark appears, he rejects me before the bond even settles. No explanation. No mercy. Just cold eyes and a promise that I will never belong to him... or to this pack. But something else awakens in me that night-something older than any bond and darker than any prophecy whispered in the woods. And suddenly, the pack that cast me aside can't decide if they should fear me, protect me, or use me. Because rejection didn't break the bond. It changed it. Now the Alpha who refused me is fighting battles with enemies he refuses to name, the Council is watching me too closely, and the shadows in the forest have begun calling me by a title no one taught me. A title even he isn't ready to face. And while everyone thinks they understand what a rejected mate becomes... none of them have seen what happens next.