Goldentreee

“He rejected me in front of the entire pack… because she stole my scent.”

Nobody wants a rejected Omega.

Ayla Riverwinddoesn’t care anymore. She's done waiting for fate. As Northmoon Pack’s healer, she’s content in the shadows—until the day her world burns.

Her best friend, ‘Cassia’, uses forbidden scentbinding magic to steal Ayla’s identity and claim her mate—high-ranking Alpha ‘Darius’—as her own. Publicly rejected, shackled in silver, and tortured with wolfsbane, Ayla is cast into a dungeon and marked feral. The rejection was meant to break her.

Instead, it awakens something ancient inside her. When she escapes into the Outlands, Ayla meets ‘Rylan Stormblade’—a rogue healer with secrets carved into his skin and knowledge of a lost ritual that may restore her scent... or kill her.

But Ayla’s scent is no longer just hers. It burns through the bond realm, ripping through the senses of one wolf in particular—’Kael Valerius’, the Alpha King. His wolf goes feral when her scent touches the wind, but he already has a Luna.

Now hunted by Alphas who want her dead, claimed by a King she doesn’t trust, and stalked by a prophecy that says “the next Luna will break the throne or bless it”, Ayla must rise—not as someone’s mate…but as the Luna they tried to erase.

Rejected By The Alpha, Desired By The King

The gates of the old Seer Citadel stood taller than I remembered.

Carved from obsidian and old bone, wrapped in chains no rust had dared touch, they stretched into the sky like the ribs of a long-dead god. I'd seen sketches of this place in the healer archives, tucked beneath layers of censor bars and warnings.

Now I stood before it, the crown of bone and fire burning against my brow, and I didn't feel small.

Rylan walked ahead, hood up, staff in hand.

They tried to bar the gate. They failed.

The first Seer who raised a ward burned his hand. Not by my magic—By the citadel's.

Only the soft hiss of candlelight as we entered the central hall—the place they had erased me from.

16: COUNCIL OF ASHES