Rejected By My Cruel Fated Mate
I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone.
"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born.
Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck.
It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack.
I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead.
Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss.
He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows.
I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn.
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Chapter 1
Elara POV
A sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen abdomen, forcing a breathless gasp from my lungs. I curled tighter into the velvet sofa of the Alpha’s Manor, my fingers digging into the rich fabric. The pup—the future heir of the Blackwood Pack—was restless, sending waves of distress through my body.
"Luna, please, breathe," Bastian, the Pack's head butler, urged. Sweat beaded on his wrinkled forehead as his eyes glazed over, a clear sign he was trying to force a Mind-Link.
"Where is he, Bastian?" I whispered, my voice trembling. My fated mate, Alpha Gavin Blackwood, hadn't been home in three days.
Bastian blinked, his expression crumbling into defeat. "He... he blocked the link, Luna."
The rejection stung worse than the physical pain. Desperate, Bastian pulled out his cell phone and dialed Gavin’s human number. The room was so quiet I could hear the faint, tinny voice of my husband when he finally answered.
"Take her to the Healer," Gavin’s voice was ice, devoid of any mate's warmth. "I'm not a Healer."
The line went dead.
Bastian quickly pocketed the phone and turned to me, forcing a tight, reassuring smile. "The Alpha is deeply concerned, Luna. He is tied up with urgent Pack business, but he promised to meet us at the clinic as soon as he can."
It was a lie, but my desperate heart swallowed it whole. The hollow ache in my chest, tethered by our frayed Mate-bond, eased just a fraction. He was busy. He still cared about me and our pup.
"Let's go," I breathed, letting Bastian help me to my feet.
Ten minutes later, I was shivering in the back of the Pack's armored SUV. The sterile smell of the leather interior did nothing to calm my racing heart. Suddenly, the screen of my phone, resting on the seat beside me, lit up with a breaking news notification from a human tabloid.
*Billionaire Gavin Blackwood Rekindles Romance with Holloway Pack Jewel, Piper Holloway.*
My blood ran cold. With trembling fingers, I tapped the screen. A high-definition photo filled the display. It was Gavin, standing outside an exclusive restaurant in the city. His fingers were intertwined with a stunning brunette's. But it was the look on his face that shattered me—a proud, tender, utterly devoted smile. A smile he had never, not once, directed at me.
My inner White Wolf let out a pathetic, agonizing whimper, clawing at the confines of my mind.
*No,* I told myself, squeezing my eyes shut. *It’s a fake. Rival packs are just trying to destabilize my position.*
Driven by a frantic need for the truth, I ignored the stabbing pain in my stomach and dialed Gavin’s human number. It rang three times before the line clicked open.
"Hello?"
It wasn't Gavin. It was a woman's voice—sweet, breathy, and dripping with satisfaction.
"Where is Gavin?" I demanded, my voice cracking.
"Oh, he's in the shower right now," the woman purred. "Who is this?"
"I am his wife," I choked out. "Who the hell are you?"
A soft, mocking laugh echoed through the speaker. "I'm Piper. His future Luna."
The words were a silver blade plunged directly into my heart. The call disconnected, leaving me in a suffocating silence. The Mate-bond flared with a phantom, burning agony. Bastian had lied. There was no "urgent Pack business." My Alpha was with another woman.
*
Gavin POV
I pushed open the heavy oak doors of the luxury penthouse suite, my tie already loosened. The secret, three-hour political negotiation with the Holloway Pack Alpha had been exhausting, but necessary for my expansion plans.
I walked into the bedroom and stopped dead. Piper was sprawled across my unmade bed in a sheer silk slip, holding my cell phone.
"Why do you have my phone?" I growled, my inner Alpha surging with dark irritation.
Piper sat up, entirely unbothered by my tone. "Just answering a call from your little breeder. I told her he was in the shower. Oh, and I introduced myself as the future Luna."
My jaw clenched. I crossed the room in two long strides and snatched the device from her hand. "You do not make moves without my command, Piper," I warned, my voice dropping to a dangerous, lethal octave. "Our alliance stays quiet until the heir is born and I formally Reject her. You are jeopardizing my timeline."
"But what if she's hurt?" Piper pouted, though her eyes danced with malicious glee. "She called twice."
I looked down at the cracked screen, staring at Elara's missed call. I felt absolutely nothing. No guilt. No concern. Only the bitter annoyance of a disrupted schedule.
I tossed the phone onto the nightstand and turned my back on it. "Nothing about Elara is ever urgent."
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9.0
Ashlyn was supposed to be just a fragile college student, selling her rare blood to a vicious crime syndicate enforcer to keep his dying sister alive.
But the dynamic shattered when Alex returned from a two-month disappearance. He stepped into the penthouse covered in dirt and blood, sporting a horrific, jagged knife wound slashed completely across his face.
Knowing exactly how to exploit his insecurities, Ashlyn played the role of the terrified victim to perfection. She screamed, pushed against his chest, and called him a terrifying monster. Humiliated and enraged by her blatant disgust, Alex violently smashed a marble table and kicked her out. He forced her out into a freezing, torrential rainstorm without a coat, vowing to kill her if she ever showed her face again.
What the ruthless enforcer didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling tears were a flawless, calculated lie. She wasn't a helpless, greedy girl. She was a cold-blooded corporate mastermind hiding from a family of elite assassins. She desperately needed his impenetrable penthouse fortress to stay alive, and she knew the only way to secure her place wasn't to ask for it, but to make him beg for her return.
Three days later, his sister's organs began to fail, and the hospital's blood bank ran dry.
"I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here."
Listening to the desperate, broken voice of the monster over her burner phone, Ashlyn smiled coldly in the dark. The trap had snapped shut, and he had just handed her all the power.
8.1
Desperate for a way out of rejection and poverty, Pearl Augustine accepts a nanny job with an outrageous salary-working for billionaire Ace Warren. What she doesn't expect is his daughter.
Mia Warren is spoiled, sharp-tongued, and feared by everyone in the mansion. Behind her cruelty is a lonely child longing for a mother. As Pearl becomes the only one who can reach her, walls begin to fall-especially those around Ace, a grieving man hiding behind wealth and control.
What started as "just a job" quickly turns into something dangerous: attachment.
Sometimes, healing begins where you least expect it.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
9.3
He was supposed to be my brother. The cold CEO everyone feared. The man who controlled the entire country's business world.
But one night, he looked at me and calmly destroyed everything I thought I knew.
"We're getting married."
I laughed, but he didn't.
Now every door in my life is closing, every choice is disappearing, and the one man I'm not supposed to love refuses to let me go.
Because to Lucien Hale, this was never forbidden. It was inevitable.
And the most terrifying part? The closer I get to him, the harder it becomes to run.
9.2
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
7.7
Alondra spent three hours making soup for her husband, only to find him at the hospital tenderly holding another woman's hand.
"I'm four weeks pregnant, Gerard," the woman said softly.
Gerard coldly handed Alondra a divorce agreement, claiming their three-year marriage was just a placeholder because this woman had once saved his life.
Heartbroken, Alondra fled in her car, only to realize her brakes had been completely disabled.
She spun out of control and crashed head-on into a massive delivery truck.
As she lay trapped in the mangled wreckage with her ribs crushed and blood filling her mouth, Gerard's black Maybach pulled up to the curb.
He stared at her dying body through the window with a completely blank expression.
He didn't call an ambulance or even open his door.
He simply rolled up his tinted window and drove away into the rain.
A raw, suffocating hatred burned in her chest, hotter than the pain in her shattered bones.
She couldn't understand how the man she had loved and served so devotedly could just coldly watch her die like a piece of trash.
Opening her eyes again, Alondra gasped for air.
She had returned to the exact morning two years ago, right before she was supposed to deliver that pathetic soup.
When Gerard walked in and threatened her with divorce, she didn't cry or beg.
"I agree. Let's divorce," she said calmly, packing her bags to reclaim her true identity as a billionaire heiress.