
" I, Ember MacGregor reject you, Alpha Paris as my mate!". 

" Did this woman just reject me? Did my wife renounce me as her mate?".

" How dare you reject my son! You're just a lowly ungrateful Omega!", Luna Lara yelled at her. 

Ember clenched her fist into a ball set a sharp gaze toward them for the first time in five years and left the ward. 

***

Alpha Paris chose Ember to be his wife and Luna of his packs even though she's not his fated mate because he thought he was in love with her but in the third year of their marriage, he found his destined mate Kate. He couldn't resist their wolf bonds so he marked her behind his wife's back. He cheated on her and he even impregnated his fated mate. 

Ember couldn't give an Alpha an heir because she was infertile so to return the favor, she obeyed every order his family told her and her husband but when Alpha Paris believed Kate's lies that she hurt her; they even forced her to donate her kidney to amends her crimes, she decided to reject Paris and leave him. 

Paris was shocked and thought that he saw a new side of his wife. He was thinking that after almost five years of being together, he still didn't know everything about her. After Ember left, Paris regretted it and tried to get Ember back.

The Rejected Ex-mate secret Identity

Together William and I walked toward Jean and his pack where they laughed and shared beer bottles. I tugged at Jean's sleeve and he turned to look at me,


"ready to leave?" he asked and I nodded,


"but William has something to talk to you about."


"I see." Jean said, looking from me to William who wore something akin to a scowl, "well."


"Ember was right when she said to me that both our pack members are responsible for the choices they make. However, I'm sorry that my members sought out trouble by tagging your men as the vandals. Perhaps if they had just gone on their way, we would have the real vandals by now."


"Perhaps. I've called a few of my men, they'll check the lowlands for any wayward activity. A little bit more wayward than my men can be." Jean said and a few of his men chuckled lightly, "In any case, I'm sorry they attacked yours. The French aren’t particularly known for their patience."


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