Rejected Luna: Mated to the king of Alphas
The powerful white wolf promised to return but no one could predict how subtle and humble her return would be. They expect a great appearance and ignore a quiet and unpredictable arrival and it's a legendary fact that whoever mates with her, becomes the most powerful Lycan to ever exist. Many Alphas and Lycans await the return of the Legendary white wolf and when Alpha Kasper of the Cliffwood pack discovered that his destined mate from the moon goddess for him was the wolfless Omega Amelia, daughter of the Pack's Beta, he tortured her and rejected her. And just when he thought she wouldn't survive his rejection, a twist followed, he realised that his rejected mate was the long awaited White wolf, his world came crashing and a curse was left behind....
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Chapter 10
Late into the evening, Amelia was scared as no one came to find her nor bring her any meal. The dungeon was getting dark and the candles were not lit.
She hugged herself and remained still. Her eighteenth birthday came with a mix of excitement and regret. Excited because for the first time, she communicated with her wolf and regrets because she would have been fine at home, had she insisted on not coming to the Pack's gathering.
She heard doorsteps approaching and strengthened herself. A guard came into view, opened the dungeon door and unlocked her chained feet before ordering “come with me”
Obediently, Amelia followed and he led the way to the pack house. She kept following the guard until he brought her before the Alpha. He was seated on the high throne and Amelia below him, her head bowed in reference.
“You shall henceforth be enlisted among the servants in the palace. And whenever I summoned you, you must bring your miserable cursed self before me” Alpha Kasper declared.
He glared at the petite woman before him and gnashed his teeth. His palm formed a fist and his fangs itched him to bite this cursed wolf before him.
“Will I be entitled to my three square meals?” Amelia asked. She'd been in the dungeon all day and no one brought a meal for her. If serving as a servant in the palace would get her her meals, that's okay by her.
Serving as a servant was far better than being in locks in the dungeon. It's a perfect life to be serving provided she gets her meal daily.
The guards exchanged glances. This woman is indeed not deserving of the Alpha. She was supposed to be the Luna and she was brought to the lowest rank, serving in the pack house where she's supposed to be the Luna and all that mattered to her was having her meals daily?
They shook their hands. It is better that the Alpha rejects her. She will only plunge their pack into ruin, a downward abyss.
“You will be entitled to a meal from the waste bin only and that is my order. Now take her to the servants quarters” Alpha Kasper commanded.
He watched her being taken away and he felt a lump in his throat. If his mother hadn't intervened saying Nana had been hurt all because she picked a fight with Chelsea for Amelia's sake, he would have forgotten her in the dungeon.
She wants to eat the special meal prepared at the pack house, fine. She would have them but only the leftovers dumped in the waste bin. She would be treated less than the servants in the pack house.
Amelia was taken to the servants quarters and she was pushed into a room as the guards turned around and left. The room was narrow, barely leaving a path between the tiny mattress and the open area.
Amelia, who had landed on the floor, helped herself stand up. Her stomach churned. She's famished haven not eaten besides a few spoons of porridge from home before going with Nana to the Pack's gathering.
But it appeared she wasn't going to have anything that night. No one really cared about her, whether she lived or she died, it meant nothing to anyone.
She saw the room was dusty, picking a napkin dumped on a corner, she began to clean the room quickly. Windows opened and being satisfied with the cleaned room, Amelia laid on the bed.
She had no dress to change into. All she had was the only dress on her. She laid on her bed, coiled up. She wondered how Nana was feeling at the moment. Was she able to sleep that night or like her, she was full of thoughts?
She didn't know when she drifted off to sleep but the next morning, she was awakened by a splash of water on her face. Amelia jolted out of her bed, almost tumbling over to the floor.
Before her stood a very viscous looking woman. On her hand was a jug of water half emptied and the result of it is Amelia's drenched dress.
“You think you are here to sleep all day. Who do you think you are? Do you see yourself as the Luna of this pack to still be sleeping at this time?” She gnawed.
Amelia bowed her head “I'm sorry I didn't know I had slept longer than usual” she apologised obediently. If she's going to live a soft life working at the pack house, apology must always be at the tip of her tongue.
“You should be sorry for your pathetic self” she grawled into Amelia's face and said “that's your uniform. Get into it and step out, you fool” and turned around, stamping out of the door.
She'd just hated for no reason. She's a new servant in the pack house and yet, expects her to know when she should be awake. Amelia changed her dress immediately and put on her uniform.
She found that the uniform was a bit tight for her, especially at her waist upwards. She has a thin body but her hips were curvy and it's a bit tight for her? She'd never worn such a dress all her life and it makes her uncomfortable.
But that was not the time to dwell on such minor issues. She got out and wandered around the magnificent pack house. She doesn't know where she should go and who's going to show her around?
She ended up stumbling into the Alpha's quarters and she recognised it immediately as the place she was brought to the previous day. She turned around abruptly to find her way out when she bumped into the Alpha.
Alpha Kasper was just returning from his morning routine of sword practice when Amelia suddenly bumped into him. His wolf jumped and growled within him in fury and he glared at her with a killing intent.
“How dare you come to the Alpha's quarters?” He thundered. What exactly does this woman want?
“I'm sorry your Highnesses, I missed my way…” Amelia was saying when he growled into her face “you are seeking attention now? You are parading yourself to be what you are not in the pack house?
Who the hell do you think you are to step your cursed feet into the Alpha's quarters? I will have your eyes plucked out when next you missed your way around here again, that is my promise to you and I swear by the throne of the cliffwood pack that I will do exactly that”
Amelia didn't wait another minute before she dashed out of his sight. Her eyes welled up with tears, will she lose her eyes one day?
The moon goddess forbids it. Will she then be referred to as Amelia the blind?
“You should ask questions you fool” a guard spat on her and pointed in a direction to follow. She hurried her steps and arrived at the kitchen section.
She saw other servants in the same uniform as hers and she sighed softly. But she saw them glared at her with resentment and eyed her. She swallowed hard and stood with her fingers intertwined below her stomach.
“You're just coming here after coming to wake you up. I see that you are lazy and don't want to do anything. Don't think yourself to be special here or superior to anyone as that will earn you a timely death” the woman who had come to wake her up earlier sneered.
“Envy, tell her she's the least of the servants here and will serve every servant in this pack house” another servant bellowed.
Oh, the woman's name is Envy.
So as it is, she's the servant of all servants.
What a position she'd earned.
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7.8
I thought I had found my savior in Alpha Camron after my adoptive family was brutally slaughtered.
But as I lay chained to the damp dungeon wall, my inner wolf silenced by silver poison, he sneered and rejected me.
"Did you really think I loved you? You were just a dumb, loyal dog."
He confessed that he had orchestrated my family's murder to frame Lycan King Asher.
Blinded by his lies, I had plunged a silver blade into Asher's heart—the only man standing in Camron's way to the throne.
My step-sister Erica then arrived to deliver the final, crushing blows.
"He was your true fated mate, Ella," she whispered with sadistic glee. "He loved you so much he retracted his aura, leaving himself defenseless so you wouldn't get hurt killing him."
Worse, she laughed at my swollen belly, revealing the baby I carried wasn't Camron's. He had paid a filthy Rogue to defile me in the dark.
The man I murdered was the other half of my soul, and the monster I trusted had destroyed everything I loved.
My heart simply gave out, drowning in an abyss of pure agony and hatred.
Opening my eyes again, the stench of burning flesh was gone.
I was back in my attic bedroom on my fifteenth birthday.
Today was the day my evil stepmother would start her deadly plot.
This time, I would tear them all apart.
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.
7.3
Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined.
On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry.
In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her.
Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit.
Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite.
Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her.
"This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered.
Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status.
But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust.
Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air.
"If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family."
"But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez."
She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.
8.7
On the day of our mating ceremony, I wore a beautiful white dress, waiting to become the Luna of the pack. To ensure my Fated Mate, Kade, loved me for my soul and not my rank, I had hidden my true Alpha nature and lived as a fragile Omega.
But instead of my groom, my best friend Selena walked into the room. She flashed a fresh silver rejection rune on her wrist, smiling as she told me the ceremony was canceled. Kade had chosen her, the daughter of a powerful Beta, to secure his Alpha transition.
When I rushed to his study in disbelief, the words I heard through the cracked door shattered my heart completely.
"She's just an Omega. Her value doesn't compare to the loyalty of Selena's father."
Kade laughed coldly with his friends, calling our sacred bond a leash. He even planned to keep me trapped in the packhouse as a docile, broken toy under his and Selena's rule.
Every whispered promise of love was just a lie built for power. My disguise to test his true heart became the very excuse he used to discard me like trash. How could the man who promised to cherish my soul be so utterly ruthless?
Wiping my tears, I kicked the door open and publicly initiated the impossible: I, the "weak Omega," formally rejected him. After smashing a whiskey bottle over his head, I walked straight into the territory of his most feared rival—his older brother, Rowan. This time, I would tear his world apart.
8.7
Kaylee woke up to the smell of rotting leaves and blood, realizing she had transmigrated into the grimdark fantasy novel she was reading last night.
A robotic system in her head immediately delivered a death sentence: she was the tribe's vicious cannon fodder, and the male lead—a brutally tortured slave named Elijah—was currently dying on a totem pole outside.
"If he dies, you will face instant soul-detonation."
Kaylee rushed to the plaza, using her villainous authority to stop the execution and drag his mangled body back to her hut.
But saving him was a nightmare.
The original owner's sadism had traumatized him so deeply that her gentle touches and clean bandages only triggered his PTSD.
His feral energy spiraled out of control, his golden eyes burning with paranoid terror as he waited for a new, twisted psychological game.
To keep his energy from detonating and killing them both, Kaylee was forced to act like a monster.
"I didn't save you because I care. A dead slave is useless to me."
Only her cruel insults and threats of future torture calmed his broken mind.
Adding to her despair, she stumbled upon the novel's supposedly innocent heroine in the forest, only to hear her system detect a terrifying anomaly.
The fragile heroine had her own cheat system.
Trapped with a paranoid future-tyrant and a rival player manipulating the tribe's strongest warriors, Kaylee shoved a bowl of hot stew at the bleeding slave with a mocking sneer.
To survive this hell, she had to play the villain perfectly.
8.4
Lyra, an orphaned heir of the crescent pack has lived for years with her father's former beta and her cousin Emery, feeling unsafe and unwanted. On the night she turns eighteen, she hopes to finally mate with Adrian, the wolf she loves.
Instead, Lyra is rejected by Adrian, the Beta of the Nightfang pack and twin brother to Alpha Triston. Lyra is also poisoned by her cousin Emery and dies.
Lyra's wakes up reborn as a moon goddess. She stumbles on Triston, the blind Alpha lycan of the Nightfang pack, who claims her as his fated mate. Lyra becomes Tristons Luna and passionate lover.
But the twin who broke her heart returns to her seeking her love, so that together, they may kill Alpha Triston and rule over Nightfang and Crescent. Will Lyra choose her first love or her true mate.