Rejected by the Stormcrown Alpha Her New Mate’s Claim

The year our bond burned brightest.

The Alpha Heir of the Ironcrest Pack, famed across every territory.

He knelt before me at the river's edge beneath a full moon, surrounded by nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine blood-red roses, and asked me to be his mate.

But ten years passed, and I still never received a bonding ceremony.

I had grown used to tossing aside the gossip scrolls about Kael Ironcrest's latest indiscretions.

Yet this time, the headline caught my eye: "Alpha Heir Pays Fortune to Claim Omega Dancer's First Heat."

For once, I did not argue. I did not rage.