The Alpha's Collared Pet: Rejected and Reborn

For ten years, I lived for Dante Moretti. I waited for my eighteenth birthday, knowing that the Alpha of the Dark Nebula was my fated mate.

But when the day finally came, he didn't claim me.

He brought Isabella home instead. A warrior. A political asset.

"Welcome home, my future Luna," he announced to the pack, shattering my heart in front of everyone.

I was just the orphan girl who couldn't Shift. A liability.

To ensure I knew my place, Isabella offered me a "gift." A collar made of pure silver.

To a human, it is jewelry. To a wolf, it is acid.