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

　　The scent of damp leaves and pine filled my nostrils, but it was tainted by something far more sinister—the metallic tang of blood and the sweat of the men surrounding me.


　　I gritted my teeth, trying my best to remain strong. "I'm not one of them," I told them.


　　But of course, they didn't listen.


　　"You had your chance, now shut up," the soldier growled, his voice dripping with malice. "Time for you to go."


　　My breath hitched as he pressed the dagger even harder against my skin. The sharp sting sliced through my senses, and I felt warm blood trickling down my neck. Tears flooded my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.


　　"Or on second thought," the soldier mused, a wicked smile curling his lips, "we could have some fun first."


　　Before I could react, I felt his disgusting hand grope my ass.


CHAPTER 42 The White Wolf