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 storm inside her hadn't calmed. Not really. I felt it in her bones, in the way her skin still quivered under mine even though her lips tasted like surrender. And yet, the moment the scream shattered the trees, she tore from me like she'd never kissed me at all.

She was already sprinting before I could stand.

My wolf surged. I shifted mid-motion, bones splitting, claws shredding through the forest floor as I launched after her. The night split open with scent: smoke, blood, iron.

Ayla skidded to a stop at the edge of the ruins.

The clearing beyond the ash grove was wrong. No fire. No bodies. Just a deep, echoing silence that screamed louder than the cry had. The smell of death had no source.

I shifted back, panting, adrenaline crackling through me. Ayla's eyes were wide. Not afraid.

She took a step forward. The air trembled, then the voice came.

"So this is what the bond gave you, little wolf."

52: THE VOICE IN THE DARK