My Three Fated Mates Rejected Me—So I Chose the Exiled Alpha

My three fated mates rejected me in front of the entire pack on the day of the Mate Ceremony. They stood on the altar, fingers intertwined with that pathetic, wolfless female, looking down at me as if I were nothing but dirt on their boots. "If you swear to the Moon Goddess that you'll obey and learn your place," Kael's voice boomed over the crowd, "we might still claim you." The entire pack erupted into mocking laughter. I didn't cry. Instead, a dark smile curved my lips. I drew the bone dagger from my thigh holster and, without a second of hesitation, plunged it straight into my chest, right over my heart. Snap. The sound of the mate bond severing echoed like thunder in my skull. The moment the connection broke, all three of my so-called mates collapsed to their knees, vomiting black blood onto the pristine white stone of the altar. I ripped the dagger out, ignoring the agony tearing through my chest, and walked toward the dark corner of the courtyard. Toward the crippled, cast-out wolf everyone in the Silvermoon Pack despised. "Take me away," I whispered. A year later, I returned to this exact spot. Not as the disgraced, rejected daughter of the Alpha, but as a Luna of the most…

Oleh Ashley