The Wolf King Refused the Marriage, but the Blood-Bound Prince Helped Me Strike Back

At the coming-of-age mate ball, my fated mate, Caius, the Silver Moon Wolf King, kisses his first love in front of everyone and tramples me, a girl who cannot shift, into the dirt. "A wolfless girl doesn't deserve to be my queen." The whole pack laughs. The elders seize my mother's keepsake and cast me into the Dark Forest. They think I'll die in the jaws of a beast, but they don't know that I stumble into Blackthorn Castle and awaken a vampire prince who has slept for a thousand years with a single drop of blood. I form a forbidden, equal blood pact with him. His first love flaunts the moonstone she stole. I lift a hand, and the necklace burns through her palm. The Wolf King uses his aura to force me to my knees. I stand in the sunlight and crush a pure silver blade with one hand. A vampire duke calls me a lowly werewolf. The next instant, the prince's blood pact lights up, and elite blood servants and battle wolves alike bow to the ground! Beneath the scarlet blood moon, my black-and-silver wolf silhouette opens its eyes. At last, all the old nobles who mocked me understand: the one they drove away was no weakling, but the judgment left behind by the Moon Goddess. Later, the wolf clan teeters on the brink of extinction. Caius kneels before the Moonwell with red-rimmed eyes, begging me to bond with him a second time. Before I can speak, a pair of pale, icy hands already encircle my waist. The vampire prince, unmatched in battle, looks down and sneers. "Let me correct you. She isn't your discarded mate. She's the queen who shares the throne of the Night with me."