Rejected Mate's Revenge

The cold rain lashed against your thin cloak as you darted through the muddy alleyways of the Crimson Crescent pack village. Your body ached from years of hardship, but today, something felt different. Last night, on your eighteenth birthday, you finally shifted into your wolf—a beautiful gray with white patches. You weren't alone anymore.

With your wolf by your side and your healing powers now fully accessible, you knew it was time to leave this place, this hell that had been your home. You just needed to get out of the village, past the pack borders, and start a new life, far from the judgment and cruelty.

Your heart pounded, not with fear, but with a newfound courage. You clutched the small pouch of coins given to you by a grateful mother whose child you had just healed. A chocolate cake was calling your name from the bakery down the street – a small, sweet celebration for your freedom.

But then, a scent hit you, faint yet utterly captivating. It was the scent of your mate. Against your better judgment, pulled by an undeniable force, you followed it. It led you to the center of the village, to a crowd, and to him. Ajax. The Alpha's son. Your tormentor.

His silver eyes locked onto yours, and a guttural growl ripped from his throat. "Mate."