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Rejected by the Alpha, New Love Found Novel Cover

Rejected by the Alpha, New Love Found

The eastern border of Silvermoon territory had always been vulnerable to rogue attacks. Tonight was no different—except that I was alone when they came. "Vera! Behind you!" Ryan's voice crackled through the pack link as I patrolled the perimeter. I spun around just as a massive rogue lunged from the shadows. His eyes glowed with feral hunger, teeth bared in a snarl that promised death. "Pack link! All units to eastern border!" I screamed into the mental connection that bound our pack together. Three more rogues emerged from the treeline. Four against one.
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Chapter 2

The sacred grove had always been a place of reverence for our pack. Ancient oak trees formed a natural circle around a small clearing where generations of Silvermoon wolves had performed their most solemn rituals. I'd never been allowed to participate in these ceremonies—not as Thaddeus's mate, anyway.

But tonight, as I followed the sound of chanting voices through the forest, I discovered why.

Moonlight filtered through the branches, illuminating two figures in the center of the clearing. Thaddeus stood tall and proud, his hands raised toward the full moon overhead. Beside him, Nova knelt in a circle of white stones, her head bowed as he placed his palms on her shoulders.

"By the light of the Moon Goddess, I bless this woman who has suffered greatly," Thaddeus's voice carried through the night air, deep and reverent. "May she find peace and healing under your watchful eye."

My breath caught in my throat. The Luna blessing—the sacred ritual he had always refused to perform with me.

I stepped closer, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Thaddeus?"

He didn't startle. Instead, he slowly turned, his eyes meeting mine with calm deliberation. "Vera."

"What is this?" My voice sounded strange even to my own ears.

Nova rose gracefully to her feet, her hand slipping into Thaddeus's as if it belonged there. "The Alpha is helping me find closure," she said softly. "These private ceremonies have been such a comfort."

"Private ceremonies?" The words felt like acid on my tongue. "How long has this been going on?"

Thaddeus's expression remained impassive. "Nova needs spiritual healing from her grief. These rituals are ancient traditions for those who have lost loved ones."

"And I don't need healing?" My voice cracked. "I'm your mate!"

"Your situation is different," he said dismissively. "My condition—"

"Your condition!" I stepped forward, anger overriding my usual caution. "You mean the one that only seems to apply to me?"

Nova's eyes widened with practiced innocence. "Vera, please understand. The Alpha is just trying to help me through this difficult time."

I looked between them—his protective stance beside her, the intimate way she leaned into his space. The truth hit me like a physical blow. "How many times have you done this?"

Neither of them answered.

---

The pack gathering hall buzzed with conversation as I entered. After last night's discovery, I'd barely slept, but pack duties waited for no one—not even a neglected mate.

I spotted Nova across the room, surrounded by her usual admirers. She caught my eye and smiled sweetly before turning back to her audience.

"Did you hear about the ceremony?" someone whispered nearby. "The Alpha performed the Luna blessing for Nova."

My stomach twisted. So it wasn't even private—everyone knew except me.

I made my way to the refreshment table, needing a moment away from curious eyes. The table was laden with food and drink, including a special wine reserved for ceremonies.

"Oh!" Nova's voice cut through the crowd as she approached the table. "What a lovely spread."

She reached for a glass of wine, but as she lifted it, her hand suddenly jerked violently. The dark liquid splashed across her dress as she collapsed to the floor.

"Nova!" Several voices cried out at once.

She began to convulse, her body writhing as foam gathered at the corners of her mouth. "Poison," she gasped, her eyes finding mine with terrifying clarity. "You... you put something in my drink!"

"What? No!" I stepped back, horrified. "I didn't even—"

"Wolfsbane," someone shouted. "She's been poisoned with wolfsbane!"

The crowd parted as Thaddeus pushed through, his face darkening with fury as he knelt beside Nova.

"She did this," Nova whispered dramatically before her eyes rolled back. "Vera... jealous... tried to kill me..."

"I didn't touch her drink!" I protested, but my voice was drowned out by the commotion.

Thaddeus's eyes met mine, and what I saw there made my blood run cold. Not doubt or confusion—but immediate, certain accusation.

---

"Silence!" Thaddeus's Alpha voice reverberated through the hall.

The pack members froze, their attention riveted on the scene unfolding before them.

"Vera Simpson," he spoke my name like a judgment. "You have betrayed this pack's trust."

"No, Thaddeus, please—" I began, but he cut me off with a raised hand.

"I have allowed you to serve as unofficial Luna despite my condition," he said, his voice carrying to every corner of the room. "I have tolerated your presence despite the strain it places on my wolf."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. I stood alone in the center of their judgment.

"But attempting to poison a grieving widow?" His voice hardened. "This crosses every line."

"I didn't do it!" I cried out desperately.

Thaddeus stepped closer, his Alpha aura pressing down on me like a physical weight. "Effective immediately, you are stripped of all Luna duties and responsibilities."

Gasps echoed around us. This was worse than rejection—it was public humiliation.

"You will be confined to the omega quarters until further notice," he continued coldly. "Perhaps there, you will learn the meaning of respect and loyalty."

One by one, pack members who had once greeted me warmly turned away, their expressions hardening into disgust.

"Jealous mate," someone whispered.

"Tried to kill poor Nova," another added.

As they led me away, I caught a glimpse of Nova being carried to the healer's quarters, her eyes briefly opening to meet mine—and in them, not pain or fear, but triumph.

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