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REJECTED OMEGA RETURNS

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Five years ago, Seraphine was rejected by Alpha Kael in front of the entire Moonstone Pack. Cast out as a weak Omega with a broken mate bond, she should have died in the wilderness. Instead, she disappeared. Now she returns to the pack's borders with something no one expected. She commands an army of rogue wolves. She moves like a hunter, talks like a strategist, and fights like vengeance itself. The weak girl they humiliated is gone. In her place stands the most dangerous female the werewolf world has ever seen. Alpha Kael hasn't forgotten her. On the worst night of his life, he made one choice that cost him everything that mattered. He shattered their mate bond with his own hands to marry a pure-blood princess and save his pack from war. He told himself he'd moved on. He told himself it was the right call. Then Seraphine walks into the Council chambers with a treaty in one hand and a knife in the other. Their pack is under siege from northern invaders. Kael needs her alliance. She needs him to suffer. There's one problem they can't ignore. The mate bond is still alive. It's burning through both of them like wildfire. For five years they've been apart. Now they can't be in the same room without the air crackling with tension, rage, and a desire neither can deny. Seraphine promised herself she'd destroy him. But her heart is breaking all over again with every breath he takes. Kael promised himself he'd never touch her again. But his wolf is clawing at his chest, desperate to claim what was stolen from him. When forced to work together to save the pack and face the real enemy that tore them apart, Seraphine and Kael discover the truth. The betrayal they both believe happened differently than either remembers. And the power they create together might not save them at all.
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