For as long as Isabel can remember, she’s been a rogue. Her parents are deceased; she has no pack, no mate, and no one at all except for her older brother Ben. She’s grown used to being a nobody, the butt of others’ jokes, and for the most part, alone.

But during a routine errand gone wrong, Isabel stumbles onto a pack’s territory and comes face to face with a fierce—and devastatingly attractive—shifter the likes of which she’s never seen or felt.

Isabel is certain this is her mate. But will he accept her, a nobody rogue? Or will he reject her to maintain his status in his pack?

With growing danger at every turn, Isabel finds herself in the center of a desperate war between amassing rogues and a fearsome pack, working not only to uncover the mystery of what happened to her once-happy family, but to win over the man she is certain is the love of her life.

Rejected by the Beta

“W-What’s that supposed to mean?” I stammer.


Fera studies me and then her voice is unbearably gentle, “Isabel, none of the Righs ever had children with the elves.”


“Sila was –” I can see Fera struggle with herself, “Sila was one of the Righs that – lived with the elves for a while. We weren’t able to get to her – She killed herself in front of Damien. She is his biggest regret.”


I can see the loopholes in her story, the missing gaps but my head is spinning right now. I’m trying to g


“I don’t know about these pictures but no elf can ever procreate outside of their race. Aside from Balin’s word, how do you know that those children were Sila’s?”


Aside from that one memory, the pictures, and the stain on the floor, there is nothing else. All of these could be faked right?


But for some reason, my heart doesn’t agree with the logic.


Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two