THE MATE SHE REJECTED
In the powerful Silver Moon Pack, Astra Wynter has always been the golden daughter, beautiful, respected, and destined to stand beside a strong alpha mate. She expects nothing less.
But when the moon reveals her fated mate as Lysander Blackwood, a weak, unshifted omega from the lowest-ranking family, Astra's perfect future shatters. Publicly humiliated in front of the entire pack, she rejects him on the spot, shaming the outcast who has already endured years of bullying and scorn.
Devastated and alone, Lysander returns home to discover his family brutally slaughtered, with only his younger brother left alive. Forced to flee into exile, he makes a blood vow: he will rise from nothing and destroy the princess who cast him aside... along with everyone she loves.
Seven years later, Lysander returns to Silver Moon as a lethal alpha, stronger, darker, and burning for retribution. Astra never imagined the weak boy she rejected would become the one man who could tear her world apart.
Now nothing will stop him from claiming what's owed... starting with her.
NOTE TO READERS:
This book follows two generations.
It first tells the complete story of Astra and Lysander (The Mate She Rejected). After their happy ending, the story continues with a time skip into the next generation, focusing on their triplets, two girls and one boy.
Thank you for joining this journey across both generations! ❤️
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Chapter 5
The night was very quiet. It felt heavy on Lysander's chest. He walked slowly to the small wooden house at the edge of the forest. His feet dragged on the dusty path. His heart felt heavy. He felt shame, anger, and confusion. Worst of all, he felt rejection.
Minutes earlier, everything had broken apart.
He still remembered it clearly. Princess Astra had looked at him with disgust and turned away. She rejected him like he was nothing.
What did I expect? he thought. That she would hug me and smile? Welcome me like a hero? He laughed bitterly under his breath. I am a joke. I am a loser who cannot even stand up for himself. I am a burden.
A voice spoke inside his head. It was raspy and dark. "She cannot reject us like that. We need to talk to her. Take me to her."
It was Magnus.
Lysander jumped. He did not want the other half of himself to wake up.
"Magnus, just leave me alone for now," he said out loud.
Magnus went quiet. For now.
Lysander reached the door. He pushed it open gently. It creaked. He did not want to see anyone. He just wanted to go to his room and disappear.
He stepped inside. The house was dark. No lights were on. No sounds. That was strange. He frowned.
He walked forward carefully. His foot hit something hard. It rolled with a heavy sound. He cursed quietly and turned on the light.
The room became bright.
And everything broke again.
"Sage?" he said. He fell to his knees.
His older brother lay on the floor. His arms and legs were twisted. Blood was everywhere. Lysander crawled to him. His hands shook as he touched Sage's arm. It was cold.
"Sage!" he shouted. He shook him. "Sage, wake up! Please!"
No answer. No breathing. Only silence.
Panic filled Lysander. "Mum! Dad!" he yelled. He ran down the hall to their room.
He stopped at the door.
His mother and father lay on the floor. Blood covered their clothes. His mother's eyes were open and empty. His father breathed slowly and weakly.
"No. No no no no," Lysander whispered. He moved closer. "Please do not do this to me. Please, Mum. Dad. Please..."
He fell to his knees. Tears ran down his face.
"Ly...san...der..."
He looked up.
"Dad?" he said. He crawled closer.
His father's face was pale. His breathing was short. But his eyes looked straight at Lysander.
"Run," his father said weakly. "Take Zane with you. He is in the kitchen cupboard. Go now. They will come back."
"What? Who did this?" Lysander cried. He held his father's bloody hand. "Why would anyone do this to us?"
His father did not answer. He reached under himself and pulled out something. It was a bracelet with blue pearl beads. It glowed softly.
"You are not our real child, Lysander," his father whispered. "We found you twenty years ago. You were floating in a wooden box on the river. You were a newborn baby. You had this bracelet with you."
Lysander stared at him in shock.
"We knew someone wanted to hurt you," his father said. "We raised you as our own. We loved you like a son. You are our son. But your real family is out there."
His father took a deep breath and put the bracelet on Lysander's wrist. It felt warm.
"You need to find your people," his father said. "The bracelet will guide you. And Lysander... promise me you will protect Zane. He is your brother. Keep him safe."
Lysander nodded fast through his tears. "I promise. I will keep him safe."
A howl sounded far away. It was close.
"They are back," his father whispered. "Go."
"Dad-!"
"GO!" his father shouted with his last strength.
Then he stopped breathing. His arm fell. His eyes went blank.
"No... Dad!" Lysander cried. He held his father one last time. The howls came closer.
Lysander jumped up. He pushed his sadness away and ran to the kitchen. He opened the cupboard.
"Zane!" he whispered.
His ten-year-old brother was inside. He was curled up. His eyes were wide and full of tears. He was shaking.
Lysander picked him up and held him tight. "It is okay. I have you."
He ran out the back door into the dark woods.
The wind blew loud. Branches scratched him. But he kept running.
Then he heard paws hitting the ground. He looked back for a second.
Wolves. At least four of them. They were black. They ran into the house.
He saw the mark on their sides. It was the crest of the royal guard.
Lysander's stomach dropped. "The Alpha," he said quietly. His heart burned with anger. "He did this. They all did this."
He held Zane closer. "I will make them pay. Every last one of them."
He disappeared into the forest with the weight of his lost family and a new destiny on his shoulders.
---
"What have you done?" Rafa's voice boomed inside Astra's head. It was full of anger and worry. Astra jumped.
Her head hurt. She pressed her fingers to her temples.
"It was not my fault," she said out loud.
"It was your fault," Rafa growled. "You were flirting with another man right in front of him!"
"That man is my boyfriend!" she answered in her mind. "What was I supposed to do? Ignore him just because my mate showed up?"
"You were enjoying it," Rafa said. "You knew he was watching!"
Astra knew it was true. Maybe she had wanted to hurt him. Maybe she was scared of the bond.
"I hate him so much, that Kieran," Rafa growled. "But I hate you more right now."
Astra sat on her bed and stared at the wall.
"Okay. Maybe I was wrong," she said quietly. "But it is done now."
"Talk to him," Rafa begged. "Say sorry. I want my mate back."
Astra laughed bitterly. "You know I cannot do that."
"Then do not speak to me."
Silence.
"Rafa?"
Nothing.
Astra felt empty. "Rafa, come on," she called in her mind.
But Rafa had shut her out. The silence hurt.
Astra lay back on the bed. The room was warm from the sunset.
Her heart felt like it was in a war. She had hurt her mate. The moment their eyes met, she knew the bond was real. But she was not ready. She had made it worse.
A knock came at the door.
Her father, Alpha Wynter, walked in.
"Is something wrong?" he asked gently.
Astra sat up and smiled. "No, Dad. I am fine."
He sat beside her and put his arm around her.
"When your mother first met me as her mate, she hated me for three weeks," he said.
Astra looked surprised. "Really?"
He laughed. "Yes. She thought I was too proud and too strong-headed. But later she saw it was about connection, growth, and forgiveness."
Astra leaned on him. "I think I messed up, Dad."
He kissed her head. "You can always talk to me. And I promise nothing will ever hurt you while I am alive."
She nodded. "Thank you, Dad."
He left the room.
The smile left her face. She felt the guilt again.
She lay back and stared at the ceiling. The room felt cold without Rafa.
"Rafa?" she whispered.
Silence.
Then a small voice: "Fix it."
Astra sat up. She felt new strength. She had made a mistake. But maybe she could still make it right.
---
The moon was high in the sky. It shone silver light through the trees. The forest felt strange and cold. It was past midnight.
Lysander walked slowly. His legs hurt. His heart was heavy with sadness. Zane held his hand tightly. The little boy had stopped crying but he was still scared.
"Stay quiet, okay?" Lysander whispered.
Zane nodded. His lip shook. "Where is Mummy? And Sage? They told me to hide in the cupboard. Why are they not with us? Did something bad happen?"
Lysander slowed down. He did not know what to say. "Mum, Dad, and Sage are..."
A low growl cut him off.
Lysander froze.
Red eyes appeared in the dark. One pair. Then two. Then more.
Wolves stepped out. They were not normal wolves. They were rogues. They looked thin and hungry. Their eyes glowed red.
Zane hid his face in Lysander's side.
The wolves circled them.
One wolf jumped at them.
Lysander grabbed Zane and rolled away. He pushed Zane behind him and fought.
He punched and kicked. One wolf bit his arm. He pulled free and kicked it hard.
Blood was on his shirt. His face was cut. He was getting tired.
But he would not let them reach Zane.
"Stay behind the log!" he yelled. He pushed Zane there.
The biggest wolf charged. Its claws cut Lysander's chest. He almost fell.
Then another wolf jumped from a tree.
Lysander raised his arm to block it.
The bracelet on his wrist glowed bright blue. The light covered his whole body.
He screamed in pain. His bones cracked and changed. His body twisted.
Zane watched in shock.
Lysander's arms grew longer. Fur covered his skin. His jaw became a snout. In seconds, he was no longer a boy.
A huge white wolf stood there. It was massive and strong. Its eyes glowed blue. The bracelet was now part of the fur on its front leg. Its white fur shone in the moonlight. Its teeth were sharp like silver knives.
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8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.
7.8
Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.
7.3
Naelis Haldrith is many things, daughter to the South's most strategic Alpha, an Omega with Alpha genes, and an unapologetic misfit. During summer break, she decides to journey to Frostpine and spend her heat cycle with her boyfriend, the golden pea of the Thalric pod.
But during a collared moment, a secret of his is revealed, and Naelis realizes that their relationship was more complex than it seemed. Choosing to return to her pack, she steps outside under a storm, and it is at that moment she crosses paths with a man she had never seen before.
Zoran Vyer Thalric. Uncle to her ex. Member of the Elder's Council. The otherworldly primordial with red-ringed eyes and a wolf barely chained beneath his skin. Desire sparks instantly, and her sights are immediately set on him, but... he is a devotee of the Citadel, celibate, untouched, and unwilling to be the calm to her fury.
She is fire, wild and untamed. He is steel, honed and contained. And for the first time, Naelis is the hunter after her prey, and the line of resistance slowly blurs as he finds his years of enforced self-control and suppression unraveling at the tint of her touches.
And with a maniac on their radar, this summer break will demand blood, sacrifice, and passion that howls to the moon.
8.3
EDEN
8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
7.4
Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy.
Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved.
But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all.
Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her.
Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.