CHAPTER 1. I REJECT YOU.CATHERINE."No."The word is cold and unyielding.Standing before Vance, the alpha of the Sylight pack, I have never felt more alone."The goddess must be joking," he mutters as he stares me down."Al... Alpha," I stutter, shaking in my bones."Very well then, let's get this over with. I, Vance Sky, reject you, Catherine Thames, as my mate."The gasps and shock of the members surround me, covering me in shame and embarrassment.And while my heart breaks at his words, I am not actually surprised.Vance has never once spoken up about the abuse I have suffered in the pack. Everyone, including him, sees me as a waste of space.The daughter of traitors, an omega wolf, a servant. I have no backing and no friends.Why would he accept me as his mate?As these questions run through my mind, I am startled by the snide and cruel laugh of Tammy Fay.The number one she wolf of the pack."What is this?" she demands with a cruel smirk. "The little omega has a mate. Our Alpha

MELISSA.I stare in pity at the poor girl. She is bloody, bruised, and torn in different parts of her body.Who would do something like this?"Where did you pick up her scent?" I ask Tobias, one of our patrol wolves."A few miles up, past the borderline.""That's a long way to be floating in the river. Pick her up, we will bead over to the pack clinic."I watch as he lifts her up gently and we begin hurrying at a steady but fast pace.As we clear the woods, I break off from them."You guys go on ahead, I will meet you later," I tell them.I head over to the mansion and up the stairs to my brother's office.I enter without knocking."Mel, I have told you several times to knock before entering," he says without lifting his head from the documents he is looking at."Don't want to," I retort."One of these days, you are going to see something you would regret.""I doubt it," I say as I flop down on one of the chairs facing him and place my feet on his desk.He sighs at my antics before l

CATHERINE. I am frozen at his move. He didn't even say anything! I raise my hands to push him away but all they do is hang limply on his shoulders. As the man adjusts himself over me, my hands go higher, gripping his neck and pushing him down on me. Like a drug, I crave his warmth. Our hands continue to roam each other's bodies, exploring each other. Whatever thoughts I had towards his behavior are fast disappearing in the onslaught of his kisses. He moves from my lips and latches onto my neck, nipping at the tender skin, up and down, muttering something. I strain my ears to catch his words and I am shocked at what I hear. Mate. He is calling me his mate. With a strength I didn't know I possessed, I shove him off me, thickly scrambling up the bed away from him. "What did you say?" I gasp out. He stares at me in confusion. "Mate. I said "mate", you are my mate." "No, I am not." "What?" "I am not your mate." "What do you mean you are not my mate, can't you feel the p