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

Azhar gives me a strange look, “You will be mated to Balin.”


My breathing is getting shallow, “You can’t just – Was somebody planning to ask me?!”


His brows furrow together, “It has been decided since old times. The Righ always mates with one of our kind since we are the strongest of all the Others. You cannot stand alone.”


“I just lost my mate!” I hiss at him. “I’m not ready to tie myself to someone yet!”


“Ah yes,” Azhar gives me an indifferent look. “The wolf. It doesn’t matter. This mating will be stronger, and it will happen. Once you’re mated to Balin, you’ll get over your resistance.”


His words are so callous that they make me sick.


I stumble back, “You can’t make me. I won’t go through with it.”


This time Azhar smiles, “Yes, you will. Your permission is not required. Once Balin gives you his mark, you will belong to him.”


Chapter Ninety Three