Unwanted By Her Pack, Chosen By The Alpha King

Elara Vance's POV:

The SUV glided to a stop in front of a modern, two-story house with large glass windows and a perfectly manicured lawn. It was a world away from the rustic cabins of my home pack. Leo Finch opened my door.

"You can get out here," he said, his tone still strictly professional.

I looked toward the Alpha King’s vehicle, but the tinted windows remained opaque. His voice, however, carried clearly through the open air.

"Leo, you stay with her. Make sure she is unharmed until Ryker Stone arrives."

With that, the King's SUV and the rear escort vehicle pulled away, leaving me and Leo standing awkwardly in the driveway. The silence felt heavy.

The first thing I noticed was the scent. Ryker's scent was all over this place—the familiar, comforting smell of forest pine and rain-soaked earth. But it was tainted. Woven through it, clinging to the very walls of the house, was the scent of another she-wolf. It was cloyingly sweet, like vanilla and roses, an invasive perfume that made my stomach turn.

It was the undeniable proof of betrayal, a scent that screamed another woman was living in the space that should have been ours.

*An intruder has defiled our den!* Lyra snarled in my mind, her rage a searing fire.

Leo must have seen the change in my expression, the way my hands clenched into fists at my sides. "Ryker is at the training grounds," he said, his voice a monotone. "He has been notified."

The presence of the Alpha King’s guard and a strange she-wolf in front of a prominent warrior's house did not go unnoticed. Windows of neighboring houses twitched with movement. A few pack members, pretending to walk their dogs or check their mail, began to gather at a safe distance, their whispers a low buzz in the air.

One woman, older and bolder than the rest, approached us. Her eyes, sharp and curious, raked over my dusty clothes with undisguised disdain.

"You're the one who caused all that commotion on the road? The one who stopped the Alpha King?" she asked, her voice laced with a sour tang of disapproval.

I didn’t answer her. Instead, I met her gaze and slowly, deliberately, pulled down the high collar of my worn sweater. I tilted my head, exposing the side of my neck to the afternoon sun.

There, stark against my skin, was the mate mark. A perfect, crescent-shaped bite scar, healed but undeniable. Ryker's scent still clung to it, a ghost of the bond he had sworn to uphold.

The woman’s eyes widened. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, and she slapped a hand over her mouth.

A mate mark was sacred. It was a physical manifestation of a bond blessed by the Goddess herself. It could not be faked. It was a truth more powerful than any words I could speak.

She didn't need to hear my story anymore. She had seen it.

The woman turned on her heel and scurried back to the growing crowd, her hushed, frantic words spreading like wildfire. The entire atmosphere shifted. The disdainful curiosity directed at me morphed into the electric, scandalized excitement of a pack that smelled blood in the water.

I pulled my collar back up, my face a mask of calm I did not feel. This was what I wanted. I needed witnesses. I needed this to be a public spectacle, something that couldn't be swept under the rug.

A low growl of an engine cut through the murmuring crowd. A flashy red Porsche convertible sped down the street, executing a sharp, showy turn before parking near the curb.

The driver’s door opened, and a woman emerged. She was stunningly beautiful, with a cascade of golden blonde hair and an air of effortless elegance. She was dressed in an expensive-looking sundress that showed off her toned figure.

She saw me and Leo standing by the door, saw the crowd of onlookers, and a small frown marred her perfect features. As she got closer, she must have caught my unfamiliar scent. Her frown deepened, but she pasted on a polite, charming smile.

She walked toward the house—*her* house, I realized with a fresh stab of pain—and addressed the King’s guard. "Leo? What's going on here?"

Her eyes slid to me, and her polite smile faltered. She scanned me from head to toe, and a flicker of something cold and hostile entered her gaze.

I met her stare without flinching. The air between us crackled with unspoken animosity.

I knew, with absolute certainty, that the sweet, cloying scent of vanilla and roses was coming from her. She was the one.

*She is the one,* Lyra confirmed, her voice a low, dangerous growl. *The she-wolf who sleeps in our mate's bed.*

The woman, Seraphina Thorne, clearly smelled Ryker’s faint, lingering scent on me as well. Her smile became a tight, brittle thing. The crowd’s whispers grew louder, their eyes darting between the two of us. They were witnessing the beginning of a war.

Leo looked like he was developing a headache. "Miss Thorne, the Alpha King has ordered everyone to disperse," he said, but his words were lost in the rising tide of gossip.

I knew I had to face her before I faced Ryker. I had to see the woman he had chosen over me, over our sacred bond.

I took a small step forward, my voice cold and steady.

"You're Seraphina Thorne?"