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Turning back to me and the pack, he announced, "I am taking a chosen mate befitting of the position of the Luna of this great pack." His announcement didn't come as a shocker to me. I sort of expected it, but I thought he'd surprise me. I thought that the mate bond wouldn't be this weak. Looking at me squarely, he said, "I, Alpha Karsten Shadowcroft of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Amelia Holloway as my mate." My knees buckled after hearing his words, and a sudden weakness spread through my limbs. ******* Amelia Holloway had always yearned for a mate to help her escape her miserable life. Despite being wolfless, she had a chance to find him on her 18th birthday because it was the night of the blood moon. But fate dealt a cruel hand. Her mate turned out to be Alpha Karsten, the man who tormented her for years. Not only did he reject her, but he chose another over her, shattering her already fragile world. With all hopes of getting her freedom and finding love lost, a chance encounter with the Lycan King, Alexander Blackthorn, brought a ray of hope into her life. Can Amelia escape her past and embrace this newfound hope, or will betrayal tear it all down? What happens when skeletons from the past come lurking? Will her love triumph over everything?

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."