"I, Amelie Ashwood, Reject you, Tate Cozad, as my mate. I REJECT YOU!" is what I screamed right before I took the silver blade that I just dipped in a bowl of my own blood to my mate mark. 
Amelie only ever wanted to live a simple life out of the spotlight of her Alpha bloodline. She felt she had that when she found her first mate. After years together, her mate was not the man he claimed to be. Amelie is forced to perform the Rejection Ritual to set herself feel. Her freedom comes at a price, one of which is an ugly black scar.
"Nothing! There's nothing! Bring her back!" I scream with every part of my being. I knew before he said anything. I felt her in my heart say goodbye and let go. At that moment, an unimaginable pain radiated to my core. 
Alpha Gideon Alios loses his mate, on which should be the happiest day of his life, the birth of his twins. Gideon doesn't have time to grieve, left mateless, alone, and a newly single father of two infant daughters.
Amelie Ashwood and Gideon Alios are two broken werewolves that fate has twisted together. This is their second chance at love, or is it their first? As these two fated mates come together, sinister plots come to life all around them. How will they come unite to keep what they deem the most precious safe?

Scars.

　　Gideon and I brought the girls into our room while we got ready. I had decided on one shoulder fitted cocktail dress that hit mid-thigh in navy blue—paired with gold strappy sandal pumps, gold and lace agate earrings I made. I picked out a navy-blue button-up for Gideon and grey slacks and tan loafers. I top him off with a vest that matched his slacks, and of course, he rolled up his sleeves and left the top two buttons of his shirt undone.  I knew the girls would want to match us even if they were not going to the cocktail party after dinner, so I already had a navy-blue dress ready for them. They were fluffy and frilly and also had a little glitter in the fabric. They looked like the night sky. Once they were in their fancy dress, they just kept twirling till they fell down. I put Celeste's training into action. These looked like ordinary evening clothes, but I knew better it was battel armor.


CHAPTER 53