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Abigail, a healer ostracized by her pack, is summoned to treat Alpha King Callan, whose health deteriorates as he denies their fated mate bond. Tensions rise when Abigail learns the rogues' attacks and the kingdom's unraveling are tied to his rejection of her. As the prophecy tying their bond to the pack's survival looms, Abigail demands answers, forcing Callan to confront the truth he's hiding-or risk losing everything.
Chapter 1
Feb 15, 2026
“Abigail! Get up! Or are you planning to skip the ball and save yourself the embarrassment?”
Abigail groaned, burying her face in her pillow as her stepsister’s sharp voice pierced the quiet morning.
“I’m awake, Danna,” she mumbled, pushing herself up. Her tiny attic room was dimly lit, the pale morning light barely cutting through the small window. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, her heart beating faster than usual. Today wasn’t just any day.
It was her 18th birthday.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed, staring at the floor as the thought hit her again: Tonight, I’ll find my mate.
Or at least, she hoped she would.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Danna stomping up the stairs. The door burst open, and Abigail turned to see her stepsister, already dressed in a sparkling silver robe, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders. Danna leaned against the doorframe, smirking.
“You do remember tonight’s the Mating Ball, right?” Danna asked, her tone dripping with mockery. “Not that it matters for you. Everyone knows who they’re really coming to see.”
Abigail bit her lip, her temper flaring, but she kept her voice calm. “Happy birthday to me, I guess,” she said under her breath, standing and smoothing down her nightgown.
Danna laughed, a light, tinkling sound that grated on Abigail’s nerves. “Oh, come on, Abby. You know I’m just teasing. It’s not my fault you… blend in so well. Maybe the Moon Goddess will surprise us all and pair you with someone… equally forgettable.”
Abigail turned away, refusing to let Danna see her anger. She wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. Instead, she crossed the room to the mirror on the wall and stared at her reflection. Dark skin that glowed with warmth, green eyes sharp and bright, and a cascade of thick, coiled hair. She knew she wasn’t plain, but next to Danna, with her alabaster skin and doll-like beauty, Abigail felt invisible.
Tonight will be different, she told herself firmly. Tonight, I’ll be seen.
“Girls!” their stepmother’s voice rang out from below. “Come downstairs!”
Danna turned on her heel and flounced down the stairs, her silver robe catching the light. Abigail followed slowly, each step accompanied by the growing weight of her nerves.
In the living room, her stepmother stood with a smile, holding something draped over her arm. “Happy birthday, Abigail,” she said warmly, stepping forward. “I had this made for you.”
Abigail’s eyes widened as she took in the dress. It was a deep emerald green, simple but elegant, with flowing fabric that shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
“You made this?” Abigail whispered, her fingers brushing the fabric.
Her stepmother nodded, her expression soft. “It’s not much, but I thought it might suit you.”
Before Abigail could respond, Danna snorted from the couch. “Suit her? Maybe if she were going to a garden party. Honestly, Mom, green? She’ll look like a shrub.”
“Danna,” their mother said sharply, giving her a warning look.
“What?” Danna said, shrugging innocently. “I’m just saying. Everyone will be looking at me anyway, so why bother?” She stood and spun in place, showing off her sparkling silver gown. “This is what they’ll remember.”
Abigail’s jaw tightened, but she forced a smile, holding the dress close to her chest. “I love it,” she said quietly. “Thank you.”
Her stepmother gave her a reassuring nod before retreating to the kitchen, leaving the sisters alone again.
“You really think you’re going to find your mate tonight?” Danna asked, stepping closer. Her voice dropped, low and mocking. “Do you even know what it feels like? The bond? The connection?”
Abigail looked at her, her hands trembling. “Of course I do,” she said, her voice firmer than she felt.
Danna laughed, her tone icy. “No, you don’t. You’ll probably end up with some omega who doesn’t even have the guts to reject you.” She tilted her head, pretending to think. “Or worse, no mate at all.”
“Why do you care so much, Danna?” Abigail snapped, her voice sharp now. “You already have everything. Why do you have to tear me down, too?”
Danna’s smirk faltered for a moment, but she recovered quickly. “Because it’s fun,” she said, her voice sweet and cutting all at once. Then she leaned closer, her blue eyes glinting. “Don’t embarrass me tonight, Abigail. Everyone’s coming to see me, not some weird outcast like you.”
Abigail didn’t respond. Instead, she clutched the dress tighter and turned on her heel, heading back upstairs.
Once in her room, she closed the door and took a deep breath. She wouldn’t let Danna’s words ruin this day. She wouldn’t let anyone ruin it.
As the hours passed, Abigail readied herself, pulling on the emerald gown and twisting her hair into soft curls. When she finally stood in front of the mirror, she barely recognized herself. The dress brought out the green in her eyes, and her skin seemed to glow.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Tonight, you’ll be seen.”
When the carriage arrived, Abigail joined Danna and their stepmother without a word. Danna chattered excitedly, soaking up their mother’s attention, but Abigail stared out the window, her heart pounding.
By the time they reached the grand hall, the sun had set, and the sound of music and laughter filled the air. Abigail stepped out of the carriage, her legs trembling beneath her.
As they entered the glittering ballroom, the crowd turned to look. The chandeliers sparkled overhead, and wolves mingled, their laughter echoing. Abigail felt their eyes on her and her heart skipped.
But then, just as she stepped forward, Danna took her arm, leaning in to whisper one last time:
“Don’t forget, Abigail. No one’s here for you.”
Abigail lifted her chin, ignoring the sting of her words. The crowd parted slightly as she walked forward, her emerald gown swaying. The hall was breathtaking. Her breath hitched as she crossed the threshold, hope and nerves battling inside her.
This is it.

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