Reborn, I Rejected My Mate
Samantha, a she-wolf, is deeply entangled with Damien, her mate, despite his coldness and obsession with her cousin Chloe.
After enduring betrayal, a faked kidnapping, and even death at the hands of enforcers, she's granted a 15-day reprieve to resolve her tangled fate.
Reborn, she tries to break free, but Damien, consumed by possessiveness, refuses to let her go. He clings to their bond, even as she finds solace in Silas, a wolf from her past.
Through heartache-family rejection, Damien's manipulation, and Chloe's eventual imprisonment-Samantha confronts her past.
In the end, she escapes Damien's clutches, rejects his toxic love, and embraces a new life with Silas, finally breaking free from the chains of her painful history.
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Chapter 1
I was still gasping for air, my heart pounding from the memory of the enforcers dragging me away, when I heard Damien's voice cut through the haze.
He was out there, living it up with some fresh-faced she wolves, while I was bound to a rod, my life slipping away.
Then, out of nowhere, this ethereal voice whispered in my ear, soft as a breeze but heavy with meaning.
"Samantha, your heart's too tangled to move on." The voice rumbles like a wolf's growl. "The old ones grant half a moon's reprieve-fifteen nights till the full moon. Don't call it kindness."
Then my eyes snapped open, and I was standing in the lobby of a downtown loft. Polished concrete floors reflected the glow of recessed lights, and a handwritten card propped on a marble countertop caught my eye: "Cheers, Damien-here's to outrunning Samantha and finally breathing easy."
The lights flashed, the music roared, and the crowd howled like a pack in heat.
This loft-the Moon-was where Damien and I had formed our sacred bond.
I never imagined that while I was being torn apart by those enforcers, my mate was throwing a party with his pack to celebrate my death.
"Samantha! You're so shameless to show up here!"
A voice laced with ice snapped me out of my daze, and before I could blink, a pair of strong hands clamped around my throat.
I looked up into Damien's eyes, blazing with raw disgust and rage.
My mate, the wolf I'd given everything for, stared at me like I was a stain on his world.
All those days I was held captive, he hadn't spared me a single thought. I laughed at myself silently, bitter at how I'd clung to hope.
The crowd around us didn't hold back either, their jeers cutting deeper than any blade.
"Samantha, didn't you say you were done for? What's this, putting on a show to rise from the grave?" one of them sneered.
"You faked your own kidnapping to stop Damien chasing Chloe-other packs? What's next? Crawling back as a ghost?"another wolf mocked.
I opened my mouth to argue, but Damien's grip tightening, choking off my words.
His eyes burned red, and I had no doubt he'd end me right there if he could. Just as my vision started to blur, a soft voice broke through.
"Damien, stop it."
His hands loosened, and I gasped, sucking in air like it was my first breath.
My gaze landed on her-Chloe Aldridge, the she-wolf my pack treated like a precious gem. My cousin.
Damien's sweetheart.
"Look at that," someone taunted.
"If you hadn't stuck your nose in, Chloe and Damien would be living their happily-ever-after."
"You drove Chloe out of the pack, and now that she's back, you're clinging like a leech. Samantha, you're the worst she-wolf in Argentum Town!"
I stared at the two of them, standing so close, so perfect together.
Once, I would've lost it-charged in, pulled them apart, and marked my claim on Damien's cheek just to show Chloe who he was bound to.
But now? I just stood there, a hollow smile tugging at my lips.
I'd spent my life chasing approval from parents who didn't care, bending over backward for a mate who loved someone else.
All it got me was a death no one mourned, my body left to rot.
I could still feel the moment the enforcers tossed me a phon.
First, I dialed my dad. No answer.
Second, my mom. She picked up, but before I could speak, she lashed out. "Samantha, cut the theatrics! Chloe's in the ICU, and you're over here pulling nonsense to hog the spotlight. I swear, I wish it was you with that brain tumor instead!"
The dial tone echoed in my ears, tears blurring my vision.
The next call went to Damien.
He picked up on the third ring, his voice tight. "I'm busy, Samantha."
Before I could speak, a breathy whimper cut through the line-high, feminine, too close to the receiver.
Then the call dropped.
I hit redial. Again. Again.
Every attempt met a flat, unyielding tone: The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.
The enforcer's cold laugh still rang in my head. "What, you're the Aldridge pack's golden she-wolf, the mate of Voss's alpha? One call, and he's already gone. You're worthless."
Then came the silver bullet, searing as it tore through my throat, blood gurgling like a broken fountain down my collarbone. I clawed at my neck now, the phantom burn still scalding enough to make me gag.
Chloe noticed me staring and blinked, her face softening into that practiced, gentle smile of hers.
She hurried over, grabbing my hand.
"Samantha, if you're really alive, why vanish without a trace? Do you have any idea how many times Mom and Dad shredded their claws pacing the woods, howling till their throats bled when they thought you were dead?"
Her words were sweet, but they pinned the blame on me, painting me as the she-wolf who faked my own death.
I yanked my hand free, ready to walk away, but Damien caught my wrist, his grip bruising.
"Think you can just slink off now? Even if you really died, I'd have spit on your grave."
My wrist throbbed, but my eyes snagged on the frayed leather cord strung with wolf's teeth dangling from his left hand.
Three years ago, when Damien was sick, I braved a blizzard and climbed nine thousand steps to the Ironpine Shrine, begging the spirits for his recovery. That leather cord with wolf's teeth was my offering, my devotion.
I didn't say a word. I just reached out and pulled the cord off his wrist. The string snapped, wolf teeth scattering across the deck like my heart breaking all over again. Damien's expression flickered, like he felt it too, but the crowd just laughed.
"Samantha, you broke it yourself! We all saw it-don't go crying to Damien later!" one of them crowed.
"Yeah, I broke it," I said softly, my voice barely a whisper as I stared at the scattered beads. "It's not on Damien."
The crowd went quiet, stunned. Even Damien's face darkened, his eyes narrowing as he grabbed my arm again, his voice like frost.
"You better mean that. Liars don't get happy endings."
"Feeling guilty?" he pressed, stepping closer.
"Think what you want," I muttered, shaking him off. I crouched down, gathering the wolf teeth under the crowd's mocking stares, then turned and walked away.
What was the point of explaining? Damien would never believe me.
Half an hour later, I was back at Moonridge Villa, the manor we'd built when we bound ourselves to each other.
Most nights, it was just me here, alone. Damien would rather sleep at his office than set foot in this place, except for the one night a month he showed up to fulfill his duty as my mate.
I found a small box and tucked the wolf teeth inside. I had to gather up every piece of this life, every tie to this world, if I wanted to be free.
A warm, magnetic voice broke the silence. "Baby, why'd you stay away so long?"
I glanced over, my heart catching.
My phone screen lit up with Damien's face.
My vision blurred with tears as memories flooded back, threatening to drown me.
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8.6
THE SKY IS A CAGE. THE EARTH IS A GRAVE. SHE IS THE KEY.
In a broken, post-apocalyptic world, Dr. Evelyn Harper is the last hope of the sky-borne survivors; until she is cast down to the deadly, toxic surface below.
There, she does not find death. She finds Ren, a savage, powerful Alpha werewolf who rules the mutated survivors of the Ash.
They are enemies by birth. She is human. He is a beast. She belongs to the stars. He belongs to the ruins.
But the moment they touch, a ghost heartbeat explodes between them; a raw, inescapable psychic bond that marks her as his fated Luna.
To her people, she is a tool.To him, she is a prophecy. To each other, they are a cross-star fatal attraction too dangerous to want, too powerful to resist.
Loving him means betraying her kind. Saving her people means destroying his. But the bond between them is not just forbidden; it is ancient, hungry, and impossible to break.
She came to fix the world.He will make her rule it.
9.1
I was a wolfless Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, but I was slowly dying of Bond-Rejection Sickness because my fated mate despised me.
Instead of caring about my failing health, Dallas flaunted his mistress and treated my agony as a pathetic tantrum. When I handed him a sacred rejection letter just to save my own life, he ruthlessly shredded it and used his Alpha Command to force me to stay.
He locked me in his suite, watched me violently throw up from the sickness, and threatened to cut off my grandfather's life-saving medical funds if I didn't play the perfect Luna for his public image. To him and his Pack, I was just a useless burden, a piece of property they could abuse and control at will.
I couldn't understand why I had to suffer and die for a man who didn't even know his entire empire was built on the secret defense algorithms I had written. Why should my absolute loyalty be repaid with such suffocating cruelty?
"I, Gemma Hart, reject you, Dallas Blackwood, as my mate."
I slammed a new rejection document right onto his table in front of his smug mistress. Before his furious roar could even echo through the restaurant, I legally revoked the patents to my algorithms, completely paralyzing his Pack's security grid, and walked away. Let the arrogant Alpha see what happens when his property declares war.
7.4
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Come and discover this city, its inhabitants, and its ancient stories, amidst a tale of pleasure, lust, and tales that reveal the mysterious teachers who hide their secrets.
The question is: Are they really human or vampires?
This is the world where the dead, vampires, and witch tales intertwine in this hidden city full of mysteries from the past, amidst a life full of pleasure and lust.
In the midst of a mundane beginning, the girl was betrayed. Instead of Samantha finding solitude and suffering, she discovered a world of luxury, with her saviors, her teachers of pleasure, fantastic tales, legends of passion, shrouded in the supernatural. They embark on a limitless adventure, with sex, pleasure, and passion, which are always shrouded in fantastic power, in the world of passion and debauchery.
Lovecraft is a city that never sleeps. Built upon ancient ruins and fueled by centuries of secrets, it is known as the City of Sins, where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand. Its narrow streets, illuminated by red lanterns and eternal shadows, are the stage for encounters that defy reason: reclusive vampires hiding in decaying mansions, werewolves roaming under the full moon, witches whispering spells in hidden cafes, and mobsters controlling the underworld with iron fists and passionate hearts.
At the heart of the city, the Lost Canvas-a secret gallery-holds living portraits of forbidden loves and blood pacts. Each painting is a story, each brushstroke a memory of encounters that have marked generations. It is there that the handsome vampire Adrian, reclusive and mysterious, observes the world without ever fully surrendering. His life is a mosaic of interrupted passions, of glances that never turned into words, of promises lost in the night. But Lovecraft doesn't allow anyone to remain invisible for long.
Between the luxurious salons of socialites, the secret clubs of businessmen, and the alleys where supernatural mafias seal their pacts, the city pulsates with stories of desire and magic. Each encounter is brief but intense: a stolen kiss on a Gothic staircase, a forbidden dance in a hall lit by black candles, a whispered conversation on a ghost train that crosses the city at three in the morning. Lovecraft is made of these instants-moments that seem small, but carry the weight of eternities.
The city's inhabitants coexist with the mundane and the supernatural as if they were part of the same fabric. Businessmen negotiate with vampires, artists are inspired by fairies and elves, mobsters share territories with werewolves. It's a metropolis where power is measured not only in money, but also in spells, secrets, and seduction. Terror is subtle, almost elegant, manifesting itself in lingering gazes, in silences that conceal more than they reveal, in pacts that are never written, but always fulfilled.
Is a collection of stories that reveal Lovecraft's strengths: his ability to transform the everyday into magic, to make love a danger, and sin a promise. It is a city of wonders and dreams, of obscure encounters and ardent desires, where every corner holds a story and every shadow is an invitation. Lovecraft is not just a setting-he is a character, a lover and accomplice of all who dare to live in his eternal night.
7.2
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze.
Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist.
She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before.
"This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late.
I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air.
I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon.
The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.
7.7
All my life, I was told one thing:
Never leave the mountain.
No reason. No explanation. Just strict silence-as if the truth was a curse waiting to break.
I am Keera Lovebird:
A wolf who couldn't shift.
A daughter of a legendary bloodline I could not awaken.
I am cherished by my clan... and hated for the same reason.
And then betrayal pushed me off a cliff and into a world I was never meant to see, leading me into Avari's High School for the supernatural-where monsters hide in daylight.
There, I met Nicholas Black-the charming school hunk who is nothing but a mask for a cold hunter hiding a deadly transformation.
Our fates collide. Our pasts unravel.
And the truth breaks open like a blood-red moon:
I am the last Lovebird.
I am the hunted key.
I am the doom of an ancient monster...
or its final meal.
When the Blood Moon rises, I must choose-
revenge, redemption... or death.