The Final Rejection

Two years later...

Elira’s

“You will do tonight, for me,” a voice thick with predatory hunger growled. “You are officially mine now, cursed one. I have been patient, but my patience ends tonight.”

The chain that bound my ankle—thick, cold iron—rattled violently as I jerked my body backward. My knees scraped against the frost-bitten stone of the Northern Pack’s stronghold, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear.

Torvald, the monstrous Alpha, stood over ...