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 9
Thirty minutes later, Alpha Stone walked into the pack house and went to the Alpha's chambers. Alpha Kasper was standing with his back to his father, his royal robe was already put off, leaving him with the inner clothing.
Alpha Stone stared at his son's back. A warrior, a trained warrior and one who had subdued packs and merged them together with the cliffwood pack was destined with a wolfless Omega.
How ironic!
“What message have you brought from the elders father?” He demanded. He knew that a meeting was summoned by the Pack's healer in respect of that curse thing she goes around with.
Nana is on his bad book, and he would bring her grey hair down at his feet. She just waited and saw what he would do to her.
“First, the elders request that you look into the injustice that Amelia was going through being referred to as a curse…” he was saying when Alpha Kasper raised his hand
“The second” he demanded and his father sighed softly. The rule of Kasper, his son, will be more brutal than his. He wouldn't take nonsense because he has zero tolerance for it.
“That you reject Amelia and leave her to fate. Whether she survived the rejection or not, that's her fate because we cannot jeopardize the fate of the royal family and the pack as a whole because someone might not survive a rejection” Alpha Stone explained.
Alpha Kasper's lips hived up with a smirk. Those elders think he is a toy that they can play with? Even if he intends to reject her, for now, he wouldn't. He wants to play around with her first.
He will so much torture her that she would beg him for the rejection because death will be more desirable by her than remaining with him.
“The elders are not going to tell me what to do. I am not you, dad” he deadpanned. He turned abruptly and faced his father, his eyes blazing red for fury.
“I am Alpha Kasper and I won't listen to any of the bullshit the elders are saying. I will do whatever I feel like doing, and they can't stop me. Anyone who dares, his head will roll and his blood will flow on the street of cliffwood pack!” He growled.
He could feel his wolf, trying to take over his human body. He was restraining it with all difficulty. If he does, he certainly knows he would devour some certain fools who parade themselves as elders of the pack.
“You should control your wolf, Kasper. You have to listen to the elders. They are the deciding party to whatever decision the Alpha is going to take concerning the pack. They don't have the right to interfere with your personal life but…” Alpha Stone was saying when Kasper interrupted him.
“Telling me what to do about my cursed mate, isn't that my private life? Who says they can advise the Alpha how or whatever he chooses to do with his mate?” He groaned.
“Nana the pack healer invited them over and made a complaint. But the final decision is solely yours to make, Alpha Kasper” Alpha Stone declared and simply nodded before stepping out of his chambers.
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“No ooo” Chelsea growled, her eyes fiery red and her fingers turned into claws and her bones cracked within a split of seconds and returned to her human form.
The elders insulted her father and she wouldn't let it go. She grabbed her sword and dashed out. She needs to teach someone a lesson and make her a public example.
Nana had crossed every line when she made a complaint against her man and now her father. The two most important personalities in her life had been ridiculed and she's not going to take it lightly.
“Chelsea, if you are to use your sword, it should be on that cursed thing locked up in the dungeon. Just a single blow, it would be over. And don't use your full strength, she's a wolfless and spineless pack member..” Beta Night instructed.
But Chelsea couldn't wait to hear that as she made her way to the old healer’s pack. Her movements were fast and swift, walking with the speed of her wolf. She soon reached the old healer's house and grawled aloud.
She gnashed her teeth, her palm fastened tightly against her sword as she made a loud howling sound. The old hag should step out at once, she was ready to finish her up.
Nana immediately stepped out and saw the fury in Chelsea's face. Her wolf form had taken over her senses and she knew it wasn't the best time to argue or exchange words with her.
She turned to leave just when Chelsea raised her hand and let it descend on the head of the healer. It was just once, she doesn't need to do it twice.
The flattened side of her sword slapped against the old healer's skull. The old healer made a painful howl. Her old body slumped. Her wolf made grasping, graggling noises. From her old skull, she felt hurt and her scalp burned. Her pain filled howl far into the pack and everyone was at alert.
“You dare to make a complaint against Alpha Kasper and the Beta? This is the warning to you. The next time I come over to settle a score with you, it's your head that would roll” she growled and walked away.
She felt light. She's the most powerful female warrior in the pack. No one dares her, not even the male warriors. Only to Alpha Kasper can her sword drop.
“Curse, curse be upon you and your offspring forever, curse curse” the healer kept howling out curses on Chelsea but she cared nothing about the vain words she was uttering.
Pack members all rushed out, all cladded with swords at hand. When they saw Chelsea, the daughter of Beta, the best female warrior, no one could stop her or say a word.
Nana's blood dropped and those who came quickly bound up her wound. It would heal fast but her scalp might be affected, her hair might fall off and was definitely not going to grow back.
In low tones and whispers, everyone condemned the act of Beta's daughter. Nana was old enough to be her grandma. How can she do this to the old woman?
As fast as it takes wildfire to spread, the news soon got to the pack house. Alpha Kasper and the royal mother rushed down and saw the pathetic state of Nana. He was going to thundered on who did it, when his servant whispered to his ears.
“Chelsea Night did it, your highness”
Hearing it was Chelsea, the Alpha slipped away and asked that Chelsea be summoned. She had no rights to take laws into her hands and hurt anyone, especially an old woman like Nana.
Rather than coming at the Alpha's summon, beta Night came instead “Your Highness, I asked to speak on behalf of Chelsea. It was a defensive fight, your Highness. Nana attacked her first and she defended herself.
You know she's a warrior. Her fighting instincts took over and her sense of defense overrule her and she didn't remember that the one who attacked her was a weak old woman”
He waved his hand and said she might have to appear before the royal court the next morning” Alpha Kasper declared.
Beta Night smirked, it should have been Amelia, she should have been the one dead instead of Nana being hurt.
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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.