"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.

　　I hustle back to our room. I didn’t bother grabbing any clothes from the trees; I was too pissed and might shift any second again. I didn’t care who saw me naked. I’m the Alpha. What are they going to say? I kick open the bedroom door and find Amelie sitting on the bed, rubbing her baby belly as she jumps up when I enter.


　　“What the hell, Gideon!” She walks over and slaps my arm, and it stings. Not this again.


　　“The boy will be fine. I already checked with the doctor through mind-link.” She slaps me again in the same spot.


　　“What is going on? How did that trap get on our territory?” She’s unconsciously pushing out her aura. She is the Luna Mother, and no one messes with mama wolf. It was sexy, but I needed to focus.


　　“Tate.” Her eyes gape open, and her mouth drops. Then she slaps my arm again, in the same spot. Damn, that hurts.


　　“How do you know it was him?” She steps back and sits back on the bed. Her anger has been overtaken by guilt.


CHAPTER 77