I Reject You: The Broken Luna's Royal Destiny

From the back cover

I was the fated mate of Brannon Hoffman, the powerful Alpha heir, devoting five years of my life to him.

But he coldly demanded I voluntarily renounce my claim, insisting his lover, Elenore, was dying of Moon Sickness and needed his bond to survive.

In my past life, I was completely shattered.

Elenore put on a sickening show of pity, while Brannon threw me away without even a formal rejection ritual, sparing himself the pain of the bond snapping.

He trapped me with Pack Law—a loophole only the elders could unlock—so I could never leave, never be free, never stop being the "pending" nothing he'd made me.

Worst of all, he used his Alpha command to drag away my dying grandmother's only doctor, all to treat Elenore's faked, blood-stained cough.

They left my grandmother to die in agony, then paraded their "true love" at a high-society charity gala.

I died in dark isolation, my heart broken and my family utterly destroyed.

Opening my eyes again, I was back in Brannon's study, breathing in the scent of cedar right as he asked me to step down.

This time, I didn't weep. I didn't beg. I named my own terms.

"I won't voluntarily renounce you."

I looked at his arrogant face and smiled coldly.

"I will formally reject you—on the full moon, before every elder and every wolf in the Pack."

But I knew his games wouldn't end there. So I walked into the palace of the crown itself, seeking a power he could never command.

And there, the crippled, "short-lived" Prince Gideon—the man the whole kingdom had written off as a ghost—looked at me and offered a way out no one saw coming.

A royal mate bond. A prince's protection. A throne's shadow.

I accepted his hand.

Because this time, I'm not running from the game.

I'm the one setting the rules.