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 silence after the kiss was the loudest thing I'd ever heard.

His breath still ghosted over my lips. His fingers hovered near my cheek. But something had shifted. Not just between us. In the world.

The ash tree behind me had gone still. No more groaning. No more sparks of silver where its branches used to pulse. It had given everything—to me.

And now the mountain held its breath.

Only then did I notice the pain in my legs. I looked down. My feet were bleeding. Somewhere in the fire and collapse, I must have stepped on glass or runes or both. But I didn't feel like I should have. The ache was dull. Muted. A wolf's pain. Endurable.

"Ayla," Kael said quietly, "you're hurt."

He frowned. "Everything about this matters."

I knew what he meant. My magic. The ash tree. The bond. The Council.

56: THE FIRST STRIKE