The Alpha’s Hidden Mate Her Bond Rejection Price

My mate was handling pack business during the Moon Festival—or so he claimed. I decided to travel through the waystation network and surprise him.

But only the upper tier passage remained available.

I stared at the territory tribute cost and, gritting my teeth, drained an entire year's gathered resources.

Then I couldn't even figure out how to adjust the resting alcove.

The elegant female beside me let out a cold laugh.

"Never traveled upper tier before?"

I forced an awkward smile. "Sorry about that. You must be an Alpha, right? You have that... powerful scent about you."