
FATED TO THE ALPHA I HATE
"Get up", I told myself "Get up or die here".
Rejected by her mate, Elara is marked as wolfless and left to die under the Blood Moon.
She was never meant to survive the rejection but the Moon Goddess had other plans.
When an enemy Alpha claims her protection, forbidden desire ignites, and a buried prophecy awakens. The girl everyone despised becomes the one the Moon fears most.
But power always comes at a cost.
With betrayal closing in and the Moon Goddess demanding her submission, she must choose between love and destiny.
Even if it means becoming the villain of every pack.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 4
Kael Pov
The border patrol alert came through the pack link just after sunset.
*An intruder collapsed inside the territory. Female. Injured. Approaching your position.*
I was already running before the message finished because intruders did not just collapse on Shadowfang land by accident. This was either a trap or a diversion and I would not let my guard down for either.
Marcus and Aria flanked me as we closed in on the location and I could smell blood before we even reached the clearing. Fresh blood and a lot of it mixed with something else that made my wolf stir with interest. I pushed the feeling down because now was not the time for distractions.
We broke through the trees and I saw her.
A woman lay crumpled on the ground just inside our border and blood soaked her clothes and pooled beneath her leg. She was small and pale and her silver white hair marked her as Moon Chosen bloodline before I even saw her face.
For a moment I simply stared, my mind struggling to understand what I was seeing. No one from the Moon Chosen bloodline ever crossed into our territory-not alone, and certainly not wounded. The cold night wind stirred her pale hair across her face, and I could see how shallow her breathing was. Whoever had done this had left her to die at our doorstep.
I stepped closer, cautious but unable to ignore the strange pull tightening in my chest. As I knelt beside her, the moonlight fell across her features, revealing a face far younger than I expected. Something about her presence felt ancient and powerful at the same time, like a secret the forest itself was trying to hide.
I knew exactly who she was.
"That is Elara Moonshadow," Aria said beside me.
"I know," I said.
I walked closer and crouched down to get a better look and my wolf surged forward with sudden intensity. I shoved it back because this woman was the daughter of the man who murdered my father and she did not get to affect me like this.
"You are trespassing," I said.
Her eyes opened and they were the most unusual color I had ever seen. Violet like amethyst and they looked right through me with a clarity that did not match her dying body.
"I am sorry," she said. "I did not mean to intrude."
Her voice was soft but steady and she did not beg or cry even though she had to know she was at my mercy.
"You are injured," I said.
"Border Patrol attacked me," she said. "In neutral territory."
I studied her face and saw the truth there along with exhaustion and pain and something else I could not name. This was not a trap and she was not a spy because no one would send someone this broken as bait.
Then I caught her scent properly and everything clicked into place.
Moonshadow. Elara Moonshadow. The wolfless daughter who everyone said was an embarrassment to her bloodline and who was supposed to marry Adrian Silverclaw three months from now.
The name hit me like a physical blow. Of all the people who could have appeared at our border, it had to be her. Stories about Elara Moonshadow had traveled through every pack for years-whispers of the girl born to a legendary bloodline who never shifted, the one the elders spoke of with quiet disappointment. Yet seeing her lying there, pale and bleeding beneath the moonlight, she looked nothing like the disgrace people described.
Her breathing was weak but steady, and the silver strands of her hair glowed faintly under the moon. If the rumors were true, she was meant to become the future Luna of the powerful Silverclaw pack. Which meant one terrifying thing-whoever attacked her had just started a war.
Except the wedding was supposed to be today.
"You are a Moonshadow," I said.
Recognition and fear flashed in her eyes but she did not look away.
"Yes," she said.
"Elara Moonshadow," I said.
She nodded and I saw her brace for death like she expected me to rip her throat out right here. It would be justice in a way because her father killed mine and blood paid for blood in the old laws.
But something was wrong about this whole situation.
Elara Moonshadow was supposed to be celebrating her wedding right now and binding herself to one of the strongest packs in the region. Instead, she was half dead on my territory wearing torn clothes and covered in blood that was both hers and someone else's.
I stood up and looked at Aria.
"Take her to the pack house," I said. "Put her under guard."
"Alpha Kael," Aria said, and her tone held warning. "She is a Moonshadow."
"I know who she is," I said. "And she is dying on my territory which makes her my problem. Move her before she bleeds out."
Aria did not argue further because she knew when I made a decision it was final. She knelt beside Elara and scooped her up carefully and the woman did not even protest. Her eyes rolled back and she went limp in Aria's arms.
"Get the healer," I told Marcus. "Tell them we have a guest who needs immediate attention."
"What are you planning?" Marcus asked.
"I do not know yet," I said.
That was a lie because I knew exactly what I was planning. Elara Moonshadow was the daughter of my enemy and her presence here was either a gift from the moon or a curse waiting to happen. Either way, she was leverage and I was not stupid enough to waste an opportunity like this.
We moved fast back to the pack house and I sent word ahead to prepare a secure room. The healer met us at the entrance and took one look at Elara's leg and cursed.
"She has lost a lot of blood," the healer said. "I will need time to stabilize her."
"Do what you need to do," I said. "But she does not leave this pack house without my permission."
"Understood, Alpha," the healer said.
They disappeared into the medical wing with Elara and I stood there in the hallway trying to figure out what game Darius was playing. Sending his wolfless daughter into my territory made no sense unless he wanted her dead and did not want to do it himself.
The thought settled heavily in my mind, cold and unsettling. Darius Moonshadow was not a careless man. Every move he made was calculated, every decision serving a purpose that only revealed itself later. A man like that would never send his own daughter-wolfless or not-straight into the land of a rival pack without expecting consequences.
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, replaying the scene over and over in my head. Either this was a desperate attempt to discard a weakness from his bloodline, or there was something far more dangerous hidden beneath it. And somehow, without warning, Elara Moonshadow had just become my problem.
"Should I contact Moonshadow Pack?" Aria asked.
"Yes," I said. "Let Darius know we found his daughter trespassing and ask what he wants us to do with her."
Aria's expression said she knew exactly what I was doing but she nodded and left to make the call. I walked to my office and poured a drink I did not want and stared out the window at the forest beyond.
Elara Moonshadow was not what I expected.
I spent years gathering intelligence on Darius and his pack and I knew about both his daughters. Celestia was the golden child with a strong wolf and perfect control and she was everything a Moon Chosen heir should be. Elara was the mistake who never shifted and brought shame to the bloodline and who everyone dismissed as worthless.
But the woman I saw tonight did not look worthless.
She looked like a survivor.
She crossed into enemy territory while dying and she did not beg for mercy and when she looked at me with those violet eyes I felt something shift in my chest that I did not want to examine.
My wolf stirred again and I shoved it down harder this time. Whatever this feeling was it did not matter because Elara Moonshadow was a tool I could use against her father and nothing more.
Aria returned an hour later and her face told me everything before she even spoke.
"What did Darius say?" I asked.
"He said Elara is no longer his daughter," Aria said. "He disowned her publicly at her wedding after Adrian Silverclaw rejected her and claimed Celestia instead. He said she is a rogue and a criminal and we are welcome to do whatever we want with her."
I stared at Aria because that made no sense at all.
"He abandoned her?" I said.
"Completely," Aria said. "He did not even ask if she was alive."
Something cold settled in my gut because I knew Darius was ruthless but this was different. This was calculated cruelty and it smelled like a cover-up.
"What did Elara do that made him throw her away?" I asked.
"He did not say," Aria said. "But the whole pack is talking about how she attacked Celestia in a jealous rage and stole sacred items from the vault."
"Do you believe that?" I asked.
Aria was quiet for a moment and then shook her head.
"No," she said. "The woman we found tonight was running for her life, not running away with stolen goods."
I agreed but I kept that to myself.
"Keep her under guard," I said. "No one talks to her without my permission. I want to know the second she wakes up."
"What are you planning, Kael?" Aria asked.
I looked at my Beta and oldest friend and told her the truth.
"Darius Moonshadow killed my father and walked away unpunished because we had no proof and no leverage," I said. "Now his daughter is in my territory and he does not want her back. That makes her the leverage I have been waiting ten years to find."
Aria's expression went carefully neutral.
"And if she is innocent?" she asked.
"Then she is still a Moonshadow," I said. "And that is enough."
Aria left and I stood alone in my office with a drink I still had not touched. I walked to the window and looked out at the forest and thought about violet eyes and silver white hair and a woman who looked at death without flinching.
This woman would either be my greatest weapon or my ruin.
You may also like

7.4
In a world ruled by dominance and desire, being an Omega is a curse, especially when you're mine.
On his eighteenth birthday, Luca wakes to a nightmare, his wolf has chosen the lowest rank of all. An Omega. The scent of submission, the mark of shame and the kind of wolf others own, use, and discard.
But Luca isn't broken, he's burning and the only one who's ever made him feel safe is Rafe, his best friend, his protector and his temptation.
Then Rafe shifts and becomes an Alpha and their wolves recognize each other, the bond between them is instant, magnetic, and utterly forbidden.
Because an Alpha claiming a Male Omega?
That's forbidden, but this Omega? He's different
Now their connection is more than a secret, It's a sin to their world, a deadly craving, slow, delicious and primal to fall into.
And when one bite can seal a bond or spark a war, how long can they resist it?
He's not supposed to want him.
But gods, he does.
And once an Alpha touches what's his... he never lets go.

8.4
Seraphina died betrayed. She perished in flames-poisoned by Darius, the fated mate she'd foolishly loved. Her childhood sweetheart, who sacrificed her only to save his mistress.
Reborn five years earlier, Seraphina vows: Never again. No more submissions. No more suffering his cruelty. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny - then she meets Kairos.
The Untamed Alpha King who loathes the mate bond after his own betrayal. Her second-chance mate - a bond that will kill her if she rejects it.
Now, caught between Kairos' relentless pursuit and Darius' desperate attempts to reclaim her, Seraphina faces an impossible choice:
Drown the world in vengeance... or risk her shattered heart on the mate who could either heal her scars or destroy her completely?

7.4
BLURB;
They told her she was born to die. They told him he was born to kill. They were both wrong.
Hazel was the perfect sacrifice: poor, powerless, and prepared for the dragon's flame. Prince Dravon was the perfect executioner: ruthless, royal, and bound by duty.
Their first glance which was a magnetic attraction changed everything.
Now, running from a kingdom that wants her blood and a brother who wants his throne, they uncover a horrific secret. The ritual is a key to unlock something ancient vorthar an ancient dragon God. The curse is a cage. And Hazel's rare bloodline containing the blood line of three realms makes her the most dangerous creature in the world the target of a priestess who wants eternal power and a dragon-god who dreams of eternal fire and freedom to rule the whole world.
To save their worlds, Hazel and Dravon must burn the old lies to the ground and forge a new legend from the ashes.

7.2
I woke up in a lavish bedroom, only to find a man built like a god of war chained to my wall, glaring at me with pure, unadulterated hatred.
A glowing apparition appeared and told me I had died in a car crash and transmigrated into the body of Elara, a tyrant Luna. Worse, the chained man was Ryker, one of my six fated mates whom the original Elara had brutally tortured.
Because of her sadistic crimes-starving them, exiling them, and sending two of them on a suicide mission-my affinity with them was at negative five hundred. The apparition delivered my terrifying death sentence.
"In three days, at the Marking Ceremony, you will be killed by your six mates."
No matter what I did-freeing Ryker, sharing my food, or lifting their brother's exile-they viewed every act of kindness as a sick, twisted trap. They were just waiting for the punchline to my cruel joke, ready to expose me and end my life.
I was just a librarian who organized book clubs and paid my taxes. Why did the Goddess throw me into this doomed vessel to pay for a psychopath's blood debts? How was I supposed to survive when the men destined to love me were actively plotting to rip my throat out?
Cornered by their righteous fury, I realized playing defense wouldn't work. I grabbed a dagger, sliced my own palm over the ceremonial stone, and swore a blood oath to bring their missing brothers home-or initiate a soul-shattering Rejection Ceremony myself.

9.4
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.
Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.
He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his.
When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren.
I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house.
I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.
My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie.
The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know?
Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets?
As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance.
I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name.
The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.
This time, I didn't cry or beg.
"You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption."
Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.

9.7
Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex.
She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating.
Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury.
"You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out.
After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust.
In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead?
Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.