
My Mate Rejected Me, So I Married the Alpha King
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On the night of the Full Moon Banquet, I stood in my mother's white silk dress, waiting for my childhood sweetheart, Chace, to finally claim me as his mate.
Instead, he stood on stage holding another woman's hand.
He didn't just reject me. He humiliated me before the entire pack.
"Ember is gentle," Chace announced, his eyes cold. "But a pack needs strength. She will serve Karyn. And because I am generous, she will stay on as a Breeder."
A mistress. A vessel for pups he would never acknowledge.
To prove his loyalty to his new Luna, Chace forced me to drink Wolfsbane wine.
As I convulsed on the floor, he laughed. He even threatened to dig up my dead mother's bones and feed them to wild dogs because Karyn called her a traitor.
He thought he had broken me.
He didn't know the poison hadn't killed me. It had dissolved the seal on my core, waking up a bloodline thought to be extinct.
I wasn't a weak Omega. I was a White Wolf.
And I had one card left to play—a debt owed to my mother by the Alpha King himself.
I clutched the obsidian token in my pocket and screamed into the mental void.
Keith Mosley, I am calling in the debt.
A dark, ancient voice answered immediately.
I hear you, little wolf. What do you desire?
I looked at Chace's smug face one last time.
Revenge.
My Mate Rejected Me, So I Married the Alpha King Chapter 1
On the night of the Full Moon Banquet, I stood in my mother's white silk dress, waiting for my childhood sweetheart, Chace, to finally claim me as his mate.
Instead, he stood on stage holding another woman's hand.
He didn't just reject me. He humiliated me before the entire pack.
"Ember is gentle," Chace announced, his eyes cold. "But a pack needs strength. She will serve Karyn. And because I am generous, she will stay on as a Breeder."
A mistress. A vessel for pups he would never acknowledge.
To prove his loyalty to his new Luna, Chace forced me to drink Wolfsbane wine.
As I convulsed on the floor, he laughed. He even threatened to dig up my dead mother's bones and feed them to wild dogs because Karyn called her a traitor.
He thought he had broken me.
He didn't know the poison hadn't killed me. It had dissolved the seal on my core, waking up a bloodline thought to be extinct.
I wasn't a weak Omega. I was a White Wolf.
And I had one card left to play—a debt owed to my mother by the Alpha King himself.
I clutched the obsidian token in my pocket and screamed into the mental void.
Keith Mosley, I am calling in the debt.
A dark, ancient voice answered immediately.
I hear you, little wolf. What do you desire?
I looked at Chace's smug face one last time.
Revenge.
Chapter 1
Ember POV:
The white silk of my dress felt less like a garment and more like a second skin. It was simple, elegant, and the only thing of value I owned. My mother, Liana, had left it for me before she passed, telling me to wear it on the night my life changed.
Tonight was the annual Full Moon Banquet for the Red Stone Pack.
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Tonight, the moon was at its peak. If the Moon Goddess was kind, Chace Mcfarland, the future Alpha of our pack, would finally feel the pull. He would smell my scent, his wolf would call out to mine, and he would claim me.
I had loved Chace since we were pups. I had bandaged his wounds after training, cooked his meals when he was too tired, and stayed in the shadows so he could shine.
"Ember! Quit daydreaming and get your ass down here!"
The voice belonged to a Gamma warrior. I took a deep breath, smoothed my hair, and walked down the grand staircase of the Pack House.
The ballroom was suffocating. The scent of roasted meat, expensive perfume, and the musk of shifting wolves filled the air. But as I reached the bottom step, the noise died down.
Everyone was looking at the stage.
Chace stood there. He looked magnificent in his tuxedo, his sandy hair perfectly styled. But he wasn't looking for me. He was holding the hand of Karyn Warren.
Karyn was beautiful in a predatory way, with sharp eyes and a smile that didn't reach them. She was wearing a red dress that screamed dominance.
Then I saw the banner hanging above them.
Congratulations to Future Alpha Chace and Future Luna Karyn.
The air left my lungs. My knees shook.
"Brothers and sisters of the Red Stone Pack," Chace's voice boomed, amplified by his Alpha aura. "Tonight, I present to you my chosen mate. The woman who will lead this pack by my side. Karyn Warren!"
Applause erupted. It sounded like thunder, drowning out the sound of my heart breaking.
Chace raised a hand for silence. He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. My breath hitched. I knew that box. It contained the Luna Ring—a silver band with a moonstone that had belonged to my mother. It was supposed to be mine.
He slid it onto Karyn's finger.
Karyn held up her hand, the stone glinting under the chandelier lights. She looked directly at me, her eyes flashing with triumph.
"Thank you, Chace," she purred, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I promise to be a strong Luna. Not like some... wolfless weaklings we know."
The crowd laughed. They knew who she meant. Me. The Omega who couldn't shift. The girl with no wolf.
Chace cleared his throat. "Ember Ford," he called out.
The crowd parted, leaving me exposed in my white dress. I felt naked.
"Front and center," Chace commanded.
I walked forward, my legs feeling like lead. I stopped at the edge of the stage.
"Ember has been my childhood friend," Chace announced, his tone dismissive. "But a pack needs strength. Karyn brings powerful bloodlines from the Warren family. Ember... well, Ember is gentle."
He looked down at me, his eyes devoid of the warmth I used to see.
"Ember, you will serve Karyn. And because I am generous, I will not cast you out. You have good hips. You'll stay on as a Breeder."
The word hung in the air. Breeder.
A mistress. A bed-warmer. A vessel to produce pups but never to be acknowledged.
Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. The pain in my chest wasn't sharp like a knife; it was heavy, like a stone crushing my lungs.
I looked at Chace. I looked at the man I thought was my soulmate. And I saw nothing but a stranger.
My hand drifted to the pocket of my dress. Inside, my fingers brushed against a cold, rough object. It was a jagged piece of obsidian—a Blood Oath token.
My mother had given it to me on her deathbed. If you are ever in true despair, she had whispered, call upon the debt. The King owes us.
I had been too afraid to use it. The Alpha King, Keith Mosley, was a legend. A monster. The Lycan King who ruled over all packs with an iron fist.
But looking at Chace's smug face and Karyn's cruel smile, fear vanished. Only cold resolve remained.
I closed my eyes and focused on the token. I pushed my mental energy into it, opening a Mind-Link channel that shouldn't have been possible for a weak Omega.
Keith Mosley, I projected my thought, screaming it into the void. I am the daughter of Liana Ford. I am calling in the debt.
Silence.
Then, a voice echoed in my head. It was deep, dark, and tasted like rain and old blood. It made the fine hairs on my arms stand up.
I hear you, little wolf. What do you desire?
Sanctuary, I replied. Revenge.
The price for my protection is high, the King's voice rumbled. I do not run a charity. You want sanctuary? You become my Luna.
My breath hitched. The Alpha King needed a wife?
I looked up at Chace. He was whispering something in Karyn's ear, ignoring me completely.
Yes, I sent back.
Good, the King replied. The contract is sealed.
The connection cut off.
I stood straighter. The crushing weight on my chest lifted slightly. I wasn't just an Omega anymore. I was the betrothed of the Devil himself.
"Ember?" Chace asked, noticing my change in posture. "Did you hear me? You should be grateful."
I looked him in the eye. "I heard you, Chace."
I didn't bow. I didn't cry. I turned around and walked away, the white silk of my dress flowing behind me like a shroud for the girl I used to be.
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My Mate Rejected Me, So I Married the Alpha King of Contents
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Chapter 9 Ch. 9
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The phone suddenly buzzed in her hand with a terrifying message.
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Giselle's blood ran cold. The lethal trap had snapped shut.
If she showed up, Dereck would see she wasn't the blonde in the photos and kill her.
If she ignored him, his private security would hunt her down anyway.
Her ex had drained the offshore accounts and fled, leaving her as the ultimate scapegoat to face a monster's wrath.
She was just a broke engineering student on a full scholarship.
She hadn't taken a single cent of that dirty money. Why should she pay with her life for a deadly scam she knew nothing about?
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Her analytical mind kicked into overdrive. She sent him a voice note faking a severe illness, and deliberately refused his massive cash transfer to play the proud victim.
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7.7
BAD REPUTATION
7.7
It was her hair that fascinated him. The reddish-brown mass was parted high to one side, windswept almost. And then there was her make-up, neutral save for the liner around her eyes and the bold lip colour... was that purple?
His gaze narrowed over it and she must have sensed his attention, her eyes flickering in his direction. "You know, it's rude to stare."
Her voice was husky, a crisp edge that rasped along his spine and sealed her appeal. Derek was hooked. Her eyes were back on the doors, her lack of interest obvious.
He should've taken it as a sign, but since when had he backed off from anything he fancied?

7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.

8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.

9.0
Adaline Poole thought she had escaped her family's toxic corporate grip by moving to London and adopting a stray cat named Monty.
But when she returns to her empty apartment, her father delivers a chilling ultimatum: he has kidnapped the cat and will euthanize it by morning unless she accepts an arranged marriage with Barron Cooke, a notoriously elusive billionaire.
Her entire family becomes complicit in her sale. Her mother demands she secure their elite status, and her brother secretly spies on her social media to feed Barron her every move. Horrified to discover Barron is a thirty-three-year-old "fossil" twelve years her senior, Adaline resorts to sabotage. She goes to a Soho club, takes a scandalous photo with a frat boy, and sends it to the old billionaire to disgust him into canceling their upcoming dinner.
But her rebellion backfires horribly when the frat boy spikes her drink with a powerful narcotic. As her body burns with a terrifying, feverish heat, she collapses in a dark corridor. Stripped of her phone and betrayed by her bloodline, she is left utterly defenseless as a predator approaches to drag her away.
Suddenly, the heavy fire door is kicked open by a towering, terrifyingly handsome stranger who effortlessly neutralizes her attacker.
"Please... help me," Adaline begs, deliriously throwing her burning body into his arms.
She has absolutely no idea that the handsome savior she is clinging to is Barron Cooke himself.

8.2
A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.








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