Clarrisa's Rage.

Clarrisa.

I shamefully closed Magnus's door behind me, my mind a chaotic storm of disbelief and anger.

How could this have happened? Me, Clarrisa Henderson, a strong warrior, and the best archer the pack could brag of, rejected, humiliated, cast aside like some worthless thing?

Magnus, the alpha king and my best friend for years who had always been mine to command had refused me.

Even in his rut, a time when his primal instincts should have made him unable to resist me, he had turned me away.

The sting of his rejection burned hotter than fire. My cheeks flushed as I replayed the moment in my head. His eyes had been resolute, cold, unyielding.

“I will not cheat on my mate, I love her.”

The words echoed in my mind, haunting me like a cursed mantra.

Ariel.

That pathetic name crawled under my skin and ……