
REJECTED AND REDEEMED
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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 6
Chapter 6: THE JOURNAL.
The castle corridor stretched endlessly before Caden as he made his way towards the dungeon. Two guards flanked him, their boots echoing against the floor in rhythmic thumps.
"Check the eastern border first", Caden ordered " the guards who brought in the rogue are stationed there, ask them to bring me the keys to his cell."
One guard nodded and peeled away with a curt "yes,beta" as he vanished through a bend.
Caden continued towards the dungeons, but his mind wandered elsewhere, back to the girl with amber eyes and ginger hair. He had seen the way Arden's hands trembled slightly when he returned from her room.
His friend could pretend all he wanted, but he knew him too well.
That man is struggling . Caden thought with a smirk. She definitely has a strong effect on him, he just doesn't know it yet.
............
Hazel sat cross-legged on the massive bed, staring at the ornate ceiling above her, the room was easily thrice the size of her dingy cell she had slept in at shadow moon pack. Silk sheets, velvet curtains. A fireplace that crackled actual fire, not the dying embers she was used to.
"Pinch me" she muttered to herself
You are not dreaming, Akira replied, rolling her eyes.
" Then why does this feel like a trap?"
Because you have been used to bare minimum so this looks surreal to you I guess.
Hazel flinched at her wolf's bluntness.
Akira wasn't wrong, but the truth still stung.
A soft knock interrupted her spiralling thoughts.
"Come in", she said, bracing herself for another encounter with the intimidating wolf king.
Instead a young girl slipped in through the door, she couldn't have been older than nineteen, with curly brown hair and a face full of freckles with a happy smile on her face.
Her hand clutched a tray loaded with food : warm bread, honey butter, sliced meats, and a steaming bowl of stew.
"Hi." The girl chipped. "It's me piper, I have served you before" the beta has instructed to be your personal maid".
Hazel blinked. "My.... Personal maid?
"Yes!, I'm so excited, I have never been a personal maid before. I usually clean the west wing and serve food to visitors in the palace, but beta Caden said I had the friendliest face so I should take care of you, "I get to take care of our Luna." Piper said happily as she set the tray down on the bed side table
"You're really pretty, by the way. Like a fox. A ginger fox."
Hazel opened her mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again.
A maid?, she asked herself sounding confused, she does not need a personal maid, she was once one herself.
Akira rolled her eyes, you need someone to keep you company and I think she's perfect for that.
After much deliberation Hazel accepted,
" Okay... thank you", Hazel managed.
Piper beamed "eat up you look like you haven't had a proper meal in years."
Then I get to take you round the castle, and show you every beautiful thing.
I promise you will enjoy it, she said, beaming with so much joy.
She's not wrong, Akira muttered amused.
Hazel has never seen anyone so happy to be a maid she thought, shaking her head.
Hazel picked the bread tentatively, she took a bite. Then another. Then she was devouring the entire tray like a starving animal.
Piper watched with joy and satisfaction "Good right?, chef Marco makes the best honey bread in all the territories."
"It's incredible", Hazel said between bites, not caring how undignified she looked.
Slow down,Akira scolded. You will choke and embarrass yourself.
I don't care, this bread is worth dying for. She said back savouring the taste.
............
Meanwhile, Arden stood in the eastern watchtower, staring out at the dense forest beyond his borders.
The wind carried the scent of pine and distant rain, but underneath it, he could still smell her.
Hazel.
The mate bond was already working its magic. Weaving invisible threads between them. Every breath he took felt incomplete without her scent. Every silence felt too loud.
"Found anything yet?" He asked without turning around.
A guard stepped forward nervously. " Not yet, your majesty. But we are still searching the perimeter where we found her".
"Search harder". He said, sounding frustrated.
The guard scurried away.
Axel growled in his mind. You're being an idiot.
I'm being cautious.
There's a difference between caution and cruelty. She's our mate. Our other half. And you're treating her like a criminal.
Arden's jaw tightened. "Because she might be one", he said aloud
She's not.
"You don't know that".
I feel her, Arden, through the bond. She's scared, not sneaky. She's hurt not hiding. When will you stop seeing ghosts in every shadow?.
Arden had no answer for that, only the hollow throb where his heart used to be rational.
.......
By evening, the guards finally found the jade green bag, they brought it straight to Caden who brought it to Arden, his expression carefully blank.
The Alpha king. Held the worn leather bag in his hands, turning it over. It was old. Patched in several places the strap frayed, it smelled faintly of her and that alone made his wolf snarl possessively.
"Did you open it?" Arden asked, throat tight.
"No, Alpha. You said to bring it to you untouched".
Arden nodded slowly, his fingers found the tarnished clasp. He hesitated.
Don't do this, Axel warned, respect her privacy.
If she's innocent, she has nothing to hide, Arden reasoned.
That's not how trust works and you know it.
Arden ignored his wolf and opened the bag. Inside, and wrapped in a fade cloth, was a necklace and a leather bound journal. The cover was scratched and stained, the pages yellowed with age, he pulled it out carefully, his heart pounding.
He ran a thumb through the worn cover
He opened the journal and had his heart clenched for what he saw.
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7.7
Nora's life turned into a nightmare after she was banished from her pack by her own husband. She was subjected to mockery, abuse and humiliation before being cast out with nothing.
Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate.
The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her.
Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.

8.4
Seraphina died betrayed. She perished in flames-poisoned by Darius, the fated mate she'd foolishly loved. Her childhood sweetheart, who sacrificed her only to save his mistress.
Reborn five years earlier, Seraphina vows: Never again. No more submissions. No more suffering his cruelty. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny - then she meets Kairos.
The Untamed Alpha King who loathes the mate bond after his own betrayal. Her second-chance mate - a bond that will kill her if she rejects it.
Now, caught between Kairos' relentless pursuit and Darius' desperate attempts to reclaim her, Seraphina faces an impossible choice:
Drown the world in vengeance... or risk her shattered heart on the mate who could either heal her scars or destroy her completely?

8.1
She thought patience would earn her love.
She was wrong.
After years of waiting for her best friend to finally see her, she meets the one man she should never want-his older brother. Dark, forbidden, and dangerously perceptive, he sees through every excuse she's ever made for being overlooked.
Now she must choose between a safe fantasy that keeps breaking her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins.
Because the brother who looks at her like that?
He doesn't believe in halfway love.

7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.

9.7
Elara Voss was rejected by her Alpha on the night of the Blood Moon - cast aside as a nobody with no wolf, no rank, and no future. She ran. But fate had other plans.
In the human world, she collides with Damien Crest - cold, ruthless billionaire by day, the last living Shadowking by night. He offers her a contract marriage. She has nowhere else to go.
But ancient markings are awakening on her skin. A god is whispering her name. And Kael, the fearsome Werewolf High King, has declared across all supernatural realms that she is his fated mate.
Two kings. Two worlds. One woman who was never supposed to matter.
They all rejected her once. Now they'll burn their empires down to claim her.

7.2
I woke up in a lavish bedroom, only to find a man built like a god of war chained to my wall, glaring at me with pure, unadulterated hatred.
A glowing apparition appeared and told me I had died in a car crash and transmigrated into the body of Elara, a tyrant Luna. Worse, the chained man was Ryker, one of my six fated mates whom the original Elara had brutally tortured.
Because of her sadistic crimes-starving them, exiling them, and sending two of them on a suicide mission-my affinity with them was at negative five hundred. The apparition delivered my terrifying death sentence.
"In three days, at the Marking Ceremony, you will be killed by your six mates."
No matter what I did-freeing Ryker, sharing my food, or lifting their brother's exile-they viewed every act of kindness as a sick, twisted trap. They were just waiting for the punchline to my cruel joke, ready to expose me and end my life.
I was just a librarian who organized book clubs and paid my taxes. Why did the Goddess throw me into this doomed vessel to pay for a psychopath's blood debts? How was I supposed to survive when the men destined to love me were actively plotting to rip my throat out?
Cornered by their righteous fury, I realized playing defense wouldn't work. I grabbed a dagger, sliced my own palm over the ceremonial stone, and swore a blood oath to bring their missing brothers home-or initiate a soul-shattering Rejection Ceremony myself.