Being a werewolf and getting rejected by mate is like having the heart ripped out. My mate hasn’t flat out rejected me, but it’s not all rainbows and sunshine either. I’m only good enough to be his side piece, his mistress. On the day they were crowned as the Alpha King and Queen, I stood in the crowd, watching the glorious celebration as the girl who once had a shot at being the future Queen was now labeled as nothing more than the “Alpha King’s mistress”.
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