“I reject you, Cordelia…” I’ve been rejected by my fated mate. Not once, but twice. What can I say? I’m an overachiever. _______________________________Cordelia The night Kieran rejects me as his mate, my entire world falls apart. He’s the Alpha’s son, the future leader of Frostclaw Pack, and the strongest of us all. And me? I’m the wolfless orphan who’s never quite fit in. The only place I’ve ever felt welcome is the Healer’s hut at the edge of the forest, but I lose even that small solace when Kieran announces his engagement. Worthless. That’s what I’ll always be if I stay here, and I can’t abide that. So I run. In all my running, I never thought it would lead me to Bloodstone Pack, the place where I was born—and where the fates offer me a second chance at happily-ever-after. The fates, however, have a cruel sense of humor. I’m rejected again. But this time, I’m not running because this is my home, too. Thorne The new healer who just blew into town is not my mate. She smells more human than shifter—exactly the kind of weakness that could bring an enforcer like me to my knees. So, I do the only thing I can when biology kicks in. I reject her. Everything goes according to plan…at least for a while. There’s only so much I can do to resist my wolf, and with each passing day, the pull I feel toward this smart-mouthed healer grows stronger. I’m the only thing standing between my pack and our enemies. I know firsthand what it’s like when the world comes crashing down and nothing’s left. That will never happen again. Not on my watch. But when war rises on the horizon, the only soul I care about is the mate I rejected. I’ll win her back. I have to if I’m going to keep her safe, because she’s mine, ain’t she?