My Alpha Rejected Me, Not Knowing I Was the Lost Princess

I shoved Celeste out of the rogue’s path, and one wolfsbane-coated claw tore open my back. I collapsed in a pool of blood, listening as my wolf, Aspen, let out one last anguished howl. Then she went silent. Three days later, I woke barely alive and dragged myself into the moonlight. The entire pack was cheering. Celeste stood beside my fated mate, Alpha Dorian, wearing the white dress reserved for the Luna. A fresh mating mark stood out on her neck where he had just bitten her. “Lyra, you’re finally awake.” She smiled sweetly. “Dorian and I are bonded now. Your wolf spirit is shattered. You can’t be Luna anymore, can you?” Dorian didn’t even look at me. So that was it. The sister I had nearly died to save had come to take my Alpha—and my place as Luna. I thought my wolf spirit had shattered beyond repair and that I would never wake again. But then a burst of blinding white light erupted from my chest. Far away in the North, the Lycan King shot up from his throne, his voice trembling. “That’s… Winterfang blood.” The little princess he had spent eighteen years searching for—the daughter who had vanished during the rogue massacre and been presumed dead—was alive. And that night, she…

Oleh MIMIK