REJECTED AND REDEEMED
BLURB:
Hazel was the pack's unwanted omega, no worth, no wolf, no family, no hope.When the Alpha's son publicly rejects her as his mate, she flees from the pack at night, but the moon goddess isn't done with her yet.
She wakes up to find herself in the castle of the wolf king, who happens to be her second chance mate.
Arden, the Alpha king, is cold, suspicious, and broken by past betrayals. He refuses to trust her, denies his affection towards her, but the bond burns between them, undeniably.
As war gathers and enemies close in, and secrets from the past open up, Hazel must prove she's more than a worthless rejected omega, she's the Luna who will change everything.
And now a broken wolf king must decide: will he let his past destroy their future or will he risk everything to love the woman the moon goddess chose for him?
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Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Who Is she?
"Can I come in?" he asked again.
Hazel regained her grip. She had initially lost herself in the wonderment of his face.
"Yes, you...can." she said, stammering.
She was feeling an intense heat from within. Arden stepped a few feet inside giving her space, his silver eyes swept over her face.
He is even more impressive up close Hazel.
Akira sighed, her voice dreamy and reverent,
Oh moon goddess we're the luckiest wolf in existence.
"Akira please, not now," Hazel said inwardly and managed to push Akira deeper down into her subconscious mind. She needed to relate with the wolf king with a clear head, not from a lover girl's perspective.
"You sleep well, you slept long." Arden said calmly. His voice was direct, not cold but no air of warmth in it.
His tone was quite confusing to Hazel,
Was that a compliment or disapproval?
Hazel's throat tightened,
"Yes...I...I was knocked out pretty badly by your men." She said slowly.
"Oh! Rougues had tried getting into our pack several times, that was given, I hope you aren't hurt anywhere?"
Hazel bit her lower lip to hold back her thought, even this man was no different from Alpha Ryder or Ethan. He didn't offer her any apology whatsoever before switching up the conversation on her.
"I am fine." she replied through gritted teeth.
"Okay." He said.
What followed was a few minutes of awkward silence, tension brewed in the air. Neither of them could start up a conversation. Hazel kept wondering if Akira perhaps was wrong and delusional. If this rigid man was truly her mate, wasn't there supposed to be some kind of firecracker affection between them? She knows her body craves him, her eyes kept roaming towards his perfectly sculpted body but she resisted the urge to look further, what about him, isn't he feeling anything for her? Or was he going to reject her too?
That sounds like the most logical conclusion, she thought miserably.
"I hope you don't mind telling me where you're from and how you came across my guards." Arden said suddenly jolting her out of her thoughts.
"I was chased by the guards of my former pack and that was how I came across your guards at ...your border."
Arden stared into her eyes, a soul piercing gaze. He could see the sincerity in it but her words sounded exactly like the first excuse most rogues he decapitated gave when first caught.
"And for what reason, he asked?" He questioned again staring at her intently to see if she was lying.
Hazel didn't know how to answer that, how was she going to tell him that she ran away after being rejected by her Alpha's son, the maltreatment and hate she got from her pack.
"It's a long story." she said, swallowing the lump in her throat as she squeezed her palms too tight she felt the pain from the impact of her nails, the pain of remembering what they did to her she couldn't bear it.
"Cut it short." He responded curtly.
Hazel was stunned.
This extremely gorgeous man has no softness in him at all, a strong enough red flag. She didn't want to be bonded to a brutal man like this. Now it was more obvious that the moon goddess specifically disliked her, if she didn't, why does she have to end up being tied to ill-mannered men.
"You know what, rest more for now, tell me your story when you feel ready." Arden said, turned around towards the exit door.
Hazel couldn't fathom the man at all, is it a form of consideration from him or another way to shame her for a sad story he didn't want to hear.
"Can I ask for something?" Hazel said.
He stopped in his track and turned around to face her.
"What?"
"My bag, did any of your guards that knocked me out by any chance see a jade green bag?"
This raised Arden's suspicion, what must be inside that bag that sounded so important to her, he's so curious himself to see this bag then.
"I will ask them to find it."
And search it first myself, he thought inwardly.
Why don't you just trust her, she's our mate afterall, Axel, his wolf cut into his head.
Arden's expressions didn't change. If anything his hands shook slightly, his eyes, those silver eyes sharpened almost imperceptibly like a blade being drawn.
"Is there anything of interest in the bag?" He questioned.
"Yes, my journal." She responded straightaway as if she had been waiting all her life for that question.
"A journal?" He questioned suspiciously.
"Yes, i write, I like writing, it reduces my stress, it is my way of expressing myself." She replied biting her lips.
You are blabbing girl! Akira screamed mockingly.
Bitch, Hazel thought.
"No problem, your bag will be found and returned to you." Without another word, he turned around and left.
As Hazel manned the door. Arden paused right outside it. He had to hold his chest to stop the fast beating of his heart. He had held it down long enough, breathing the same air with a woman he desired badly but still maintaining an air of indifference.
"Just like that?" His wolf screamed in his head, "I thought we were here to bond with our mate." He said pacing around.
He now know that the moon goddess wasn't joking with the mate bond thing, Hazel was the real deal, his ordained mate but something bothered him, in her eyes, he could read the lines of sincerity at the same time, he could tell she was holding back some informations.
That was the problem,
If it turns out she was actually a spy, he would be torn between the pack's strict rule of decapitating any spy or keeping his mate. If it turns out that way, will he be able to forgive himself?
That journal of hers must hold some clues, all he needs to do was find it.
****
Arden returned to his office, his wolf taunting him for treating her like that. Just then Gaius walked in.
He greeted bowing in respect.
Arden was not in any mood for long conversations, he nodded his head in acknowledgment and moved on with his words.
"Call Caden, I need to see him now."
While Gaius kept making the call, Arden was deep in his thoughts trying to argue with his wolf who believes Hazel is not guilty of anything but he can't just believe a stranger simply because she's his mate.
Soon afterwards, Caden walked in calling the Alpha out of his thoughts.
Arden turned, staring at him.
"That girl, replace her maid Caden,also I need you to find the guards who brought her in, and ask if they had seen her with a bag if not, find the bag and bring it to me."
That girl! You are talking about your mate, you egocentric idiot. Axel, his wolf, shot back at him from the corner of his mind but Arden ignored him.
"Yes Alpha." Caden said sarcastically, "Hope you didn't act cold towards her?" he asked staring at him with a scolding face.
"Mind your business and get to work, you know how I hate mixing business with pleasures."
This surprised Gaius who was arranging some books at the library in the room.
Wasn't this the same person running to meet his mate earlier?
Caden wasn't moved,
"With this face of yours, I don't think you spoke to her nicely?"
"I can't trust her just yet." He looked into his friend's eyes, "I can't allow history to repeat itself Caden."
This made Caden shake his head.
So he hasn't gotten over that.
"Concerning the rogue that was caught, has he said anything yet?" Arden asked changing the subject matter.
Caden smirked,
"He hasn't but don't worry he will talk when I'm done with him."
"I trust you to. Caden, make sure you get the girl's bag to me first thing tomorrow, send the guards to find it."
If she happens to be a spy, who would I protect,
Her or my pack? He thought miserably.
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She devoted everything to his recovery, enduring hardship and humiliation to help him stand again.
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When Jacob later begged, she looked down coldly. "I have no interest in men who can't stand on their own."
9.3
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
7.1
I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
8.0
After divorcing my cheating husband, I thought I had found my savior in his powerful business partner, Cole.
For three years, he pampered me like a queen, building a perfect, golden cage of devotion.
But on the day I happily discovered I was pregnant, I overheard him talking to my ex-husband's mistress.
"Elinor is just a convenient tool. If she gets pregnant, I'll fake a paternity test and annul the marriage so she leaves with nothing."
My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to secure his position and protect the woman he truly cared about.
Before I could quietly escape, Cole orchestrated a brutal attack.
I was dragged into a dark alley, beaten until my ribs fractured, and my unborn child was violently ripped away from me.
As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, my heart shattered into dust.
I didn't understand how the man who kissed me every morning could coldly order his thugs to beat me to death just to appease his real lover.
They left me there to rot, thinking they had finally erased the naive fool who got in their way.
Three years later, the world still believes Elinor Marsh died in a tragic car accident.
But when Cole and his elite circle attend a high-profile Interpol reception, they don't expect the new Chief Liaison Officer to step onto the stage.
I am Helena Fu now, and I have returned to burn their empire to the ground.
7.4
Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum.
She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection.
The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her.
Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind.
"I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back."
How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival.
Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.