Sophia Rose

"It's over. I reject you, Avery Kingsley." Her fiancé James publicly severs their bond. Her sister Amelia relishes her downfall, sneering, "Poor Avery—always the victim," While her father disowns her with a slap, snarling, "You've made us weak." Avery flees to the shadows of the Midnight Pack, determined to rebuild her life as a nobody. 
But fate refuses to let her hide. A chance encounter with an injured white wolf in the moonlight binds her to Dylan Hawke—ruthless Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, a man cloaked in secrets and simmering vengeance. Unbeknownst to Avery, their connection runs deeper than she could imagine: Dylan is her second chance mate.
Julian Thornton, the Alpha of the Midnight Pack and her sister's fiancé, offers her protection—and a spark of attraction that threatens to unravel everything.
As war erupts among the Three Packs, Avery is thrust into a lethal game of poisoned alliances and family secrets. What shadows bind her to Dylan's fractured soul? And can she trust her own heart when torn between Dylan's possessive claim and Julian's forbidden allure?

Alpha's Rejected Mate

　　A group of men had just walked in, their rowdy voices instantly overpowering the quieter conversations. They crowded around a table near the center, clinking glasses and exchanging exaggerated tales of their exploits. One of them threw his head back in laughter, his booming voice echoing across the room.


　　Behind the counter, Sarah who had just joined me rolled her eyes as she wiped down a set of clean glasses. "Every night, it's the same thing with those guys," she muttered under her breath, glancing at me.


　　I nodded in agreement, though my attention wasn't on the noisy group. My gaze kept drifting toward the hooded figure seated in the corner. He was an anomaly amidst the lively atmosphere, a quiet presence that seemed to draw the room's energy toward him without effort.


　　Sarah noticed my lingering glance and nudged me lightly. "You've seen him, haven't you?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.


　　I looked at her questioningly. "Who?"


CHAPTER 19 A Taste of Freedom