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

My lungs burned—not from the fight, but from this moment. The council's emissaries were gone, scattered like frightened birds. The camp's fires flickered low, shadows folding into the ash-stained earth. Wolves stirred at the edge of the ridgeline, uneasy—but not afraid.

I pressed my cheek against Kael's chest. His heartbeat thrummed steady—strong enough for two. He didn't hold me, but he didn't let me go either. Not tonight.

Because we had won: the court bowed, not out of fear, but because I refused to let them stand.

Her eyes were wild: rage, disbelief, something like reverence. She knelt in the dirt, black moonbone dagger clattering away. She looked up—at me, at Kael—and I felt the weight of every broken promise in her gaze.

"Rise," I said. My voice—low, calm—but under it roared the First Luna's power. "Rise and choose."

64: A NEW COVENANT