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On the day of our mating ceremony, my mate, William Shaw, rejected me at the sacred altar. He broke our blood vows and ran off to save another she-wolf. The guests looked at me like I was the punchline of some sick joke. I stood in the Moon Temple for three hours. The ceremonial candles burned down to stubs. In my mind, my wolf curled into a tight, wounded ball. Then my father showed up. He didn't spare a glance for anyone else. He lifted my lace veil and said, "Come home, pup." The entire pack train turned around and hauled my mating gift back to Sinclair Estate. That night, William came home dripping wet and reeking of that she-wolf's scent. He stood in the empty mating chamber, frozen like he'd been hit with wolfsbane. Later, he knelt outside the gates of Sinclair Estate all night, and his knees were scraped raw from the cold stone. The morning servants found him barely conscious, muttering my name. My father only sent back one message. "Want my daughter? Pray in your next life."