Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Supreme Alpha

For five whole years, I masked my noble White Wolf royal bloodline by swallowing bitter herbs, playing the part of a fragile orphan with no trace of wolf-scent about me—all to test how true my boyfriend Caleb's heart really was.

But today, in the sacred Moon Temple, I walked in on him and my best friend Selena completing the permanent marking ritual right before my eyes.

A temple priest, smiling warmly, approached them with a silver chalice in hand.

"Congratulations, you two. You are the one hundred and forty-third couple to bind a soul contract at our sacred site this year."