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 5
As Amelia raised her head, her gaze locked with the last person she could ever imagine. She swallowed hard. The scent became stronger, more blinding of her thoughts and feelings and she felt a pull towards him instantly.
"I hereby present the future Alpha of this pack, Alpha Kasper..." the whole atmosphere was filled with applause, from one end of the ceremonial ground to the other and his father placed a crown on his head.
As soon as the crown touched his head, all the werewolves went on their knees and pledged allegiance to the new Alpha. The Beta stepped forward and bowed to the Alpha with his hand on his chest.
While this was going on, the scent was so hard and Alpha Kasper couldn't hold back. He descended the podium, he'd found his mate, he thought the moon goddess was going to give him Chelsea, his childhood sweetheart and best friend.
He knew the direction the scent was coming from. But he couldn't see who his mate was. Everywhere seemed crowded and he could only see a pair of eyes, he locked eyes with her but he needed her to step out, she's his mate, the future Luna of the pack.
If Chelsea can't be his Luna, she would be his chosen concubine, if she doesn't mind. He cannot live without Chelsea and he cannot as well, refuse the moon goddess chosen mate for him.
As Alpha Kasper walked closer, the scent became stronger, hitting him hard like an avalanche. Everyone immediately knows that the other part of the ceremony was about to be experienced.
Who is the chosen mate for the new Alpha?
Who's going to be the Pack's Luna?
The excitement was all over, everyone was still, calm and eagerly waiting for the Alpha to locate her. Chelsea thought he would come towards her, she was all smiles and she adjusted herself, this is the time when her position will be affirmed before the entire pack members.
That day, she was going to move into the pack house as Luna. Her dream was about to be fulfilled and she waited. Alpha Kasper got to the place where she was seated with her father, he paused and shook his head and kept walking towards the scent.
The closer he gets, the stronger the scent becomes. Amelia was shivering. The scent was getting stronger, was he coming towards her? It cannot be, no, it should be someone else, not the newly crowned Alpha.
She bowed her head, she dared not raise it. She shut her eyes. Her calamity was about to befall her. She doesn't know the gravity of her sin in her past life and this lifetime was the time of reckoning.
Chelsea's excitement was immediately drenched when she saw Alpha Kasper walk past her to the crowded pack members behind her. No, he cannot have another woman as his mate. Only she is qualified to be his mate, his Luna to rule by his side.
She's on par with him in terms of sword skills. She's beautiful and from a reputable family in the pack. Who dares to compete with her over Kasper? Everyone knows in the entire pack that she is his woman.
Beta Night subconsciously took his daughter's hand and massaged it. She should not worry, Alpha Kasper can reject whoever his mate is if he isn't pleased with her and chooses her instead.
Besides, she can still be his concubine and birth the future Alpha if all things goes well. In either way, she cannot lose Kasper, that is something he knows within him.
Suddenly, Amelia cannot help it but shut her eyes open. The scent was choking and it was just in time as the Alpha stood before her. The people seated around her, had all moved aside to give a proper glare on Amelia.
Alpha Kasper was about to command her to raise her head when she did. Was there already a mind link between them? And immediately he saw who his chosen mate was, he was mad and growled loudly.
Now, his parents came over, Beta Night did the same. Kasper glared at the woman on the floor sitting so below everyone in the pack, a real indication of her position.
When the Beta saw Amelia, his anger rose within him. He feels like breaking her neck at that moment. She's thin and weak and it wouldn't take too much pressure from his hands to break those long necks of hers.
Chelsea fisted her hand. Of all the women in the pack, the moon goddess didn't see anyone to choose for Alpha Kasper except the cursed Omega, a mistake from her father's bloodline?
Is the moon goddess slumbering or has lost her eye sight that she didn't see her and chose this worthless Omega to be the future Luna? Oh, now she knows that even the moon goddess is suffering from short eyesight.
"Get up!" The Alpha commanded and Amelia quickly did, bowing her head. She had said that she wasn't going to come but Nana insisted and now, her life was about to end, in such a gruesome way.
Nana stood up after Amelia. Her hands were shaking. She wanted the best for Amelia but not to have her die in such a way. Why is the moon goddess playing pranks on her and Amelia this way?
"Who said you could come here after being forbidden from gathering with other pack members?" Beta Night thundered. This evil thing that came from his bloodline to ruin their lives and happiness forever had come here to ruin Chelsea's happiness as well?
He glanced at her from her head to her toes and smirked. She looked so shabby and cheap. Her dress was best used to clean footwear than to be worn and yet, she brought her cursed self to the ceremonial ground?
"I did" Nana replied from behind Amelia before adding "If Amelia is going to be punished for coming here, I will gladly accept the punishment in her place" he declared.
Now, there were loud murmurings coming from all the pack members. "She was cursed, she wasn't supposed to be there"
"She is an outcast, a dredge and a calamity to her own family"
"She was supposed to have been beheaded and sacrificed to the ravins"
The murmurings were loud enough for the Alpha to hear them all. His palm formed into a fist and his eyes had taken a shade of fiery red. He was furious and mad and it was visible for all.
"Silence everyone!" Alpha Kasper thundered.
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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.