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 4
"Oh no, you will come along with me. If not for the ceremony, you'll help me with my bag. My old shoulders should have a relief with you around" Nana insisted. She just wants Amelia to have this experience of a lifetime. Who knows, if she never gets a chance to witness another.
"But you know that..." Amelia began and Naga interrupted her. She was going to tell her that she'd always been forbidden to attend any ceremony in the village because of the curse on her but Nana wouldn't let her speak further.
She raised her hand to indicate that Amelia should be quiet and she did. This is not going to be her fault now. If she was going to be punished, then Nana would know that she was responsible for her error.
That night, Nana laid awake for a long time, she was deep in thought. She had lost her mate many years ago and the moon goddess didn't bless her with a second chance mate. She'd grown old and childless.
Then Amelia came into her life. Her father believed she was cursed and so did everyone else in the pack. But how can she be cursed with so much beauty and goodness in her. She's a normal child and deserves to have what others do.
She's going to be eighteen the next day. She's weak and wolfless. Besides being the cursed daughter of the Beta, she's often referred to as the worthless Omega.
Shouldn't she also be in the midst of other pack members if perhaps she would find her mate? Will the moon goddess deny her that privilege and chance as well? She's already cursed and wolfless, if she doesn't get to have a mate, her life would be worthless.
That is why Amelia will have to come with her to the Pack's convocation. She closed her eyes and made a silent prayer to the goddess that she give Amelia a mate that would accept her without doubt or bias.
The next morning, Amelia set out, dressed in a cheap dress. Her hair was styled to one side. She looked casual but beautiful. That day was her eighteenth birthday and she dressed in her best, even if her best was the rag thrown away by another family.
She was plain, without makeup but she looked attractive and pretty. Though many will not accept it, everyone knows Amelia is the most beautiful girl in the pack. They wondered why the moon goddess would bless her with such a rare gift despite knowing she was cursed.
"Happy birthday Amelia" Nana said and kissed her temple. She's beautiful and deserves two glances from anyone who comes across her.
"Thank you Nana" Amelia appreciated. She smiled and was happy. All her life, only Nana has ever wished her a happy birthday. That day was always spent mourning by her father and each year made her earn more hatefulness from him than the previous.
She remembered on her fifteenth birthday, she encountered her father coming from the forest. He probably went to place flowers by his mate's tombstone and on his way back, he crossed paths with her.
In his hatefulness he had raised his sword to cut her through when she took to her heels. "I curse you forever Amelia...forever you shall rot in pain and despair" That day she was so close to death and for a long time, the trauma of it haunted her.
As she set out, carrying Nana's medicine bag, she prayed silently in her heart that her father wouldn't see her. The crowd should hide her from his sight and she would be careful as well.
By the time they arrived at the Pack's ceremonial ground, it was already crowded. Had these people not spent the night in their homes? Nana sat down and Amelia tried sitting next to her when a woman stopped her "you are not allowed to come to gatherings, get away from here, you cursed Omega"
Amelia shivered, her fingers trembled and she was going to leave when Nana stopped her by holding her by the wrist "I brought her with me, so she will not go anywhere" she protested.
Amelia's eyes welled up. She said she wasn't going to come but Nana insisted. Now, she'd just arrived and she was already experiencing resentment from pack members. Other people had gathered, ready to have her thrown out.
"If she must be here, let her stay at the extreme end, not mixing with other werewolves. She's cursed and she must stay in solitary otherwise, we will all request that she should be beheaded..." the enraged woman growled.
"Nana..." Amelia whimpered. She hadn't come here only to be murdered on her eighteenth birthday. It should be another day, she shouldn't die on the same day as her mother's memorial day.
"She might have been cursed but she's my assistant and I have brought her along. Are you going to send her away or have her murdered before me?" Nana growled back at her.
Without waiting for her to say another thing, Nana glanced at Amelia and said "Sit at my feet" and Amelia did. Sitting at her feet meant sitting right on the floor and Amelia gladly accepted it.
The other pack members gnawed but couldn't do anything about it. Nana was the Pack's oldest healer, they can't just disrespect her that way. And since the cursed Omega is seated on the floor, that's better, she's meant to be on the floor where everyone can trample on her.
Amelia hugged her knees and stayed quietly as the announcement came that the Beta had arrived. Amelia shook and was more than happy that she's on the floor.
He wasn't going to see her. Everyone stood up as the Beta got to his place and sat down, his elegant daughter sat next to him. She's the most popular lady in the pack. For her fighting skill, her beauty and being the future Luna.
Then the Alpha arrived along with the future Alpha dressed in a royal robe, elegant, and graceful, a dreadful sight to behold as well.
As the future Alpha stood, side by side with his father, a sudden wave of scent hit Amelia. It was soothing and it sent a feeling of emotion into her.
She swallowed hard, is this what she'd been afraid of encountering all along? The scent became stronger and she raised her head to glance at the direction it was coming from...
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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.