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 3
Damien and I were like fire and ice, the two biggest rivals in Argentum Town.
I was a wild card, always leaping before I looked, stirring up trouble with my high-spirited, spoiled she-wolf attitude.
There wasn't a mess I wouldn't dive headfirst into.
Damien, on the other hand, was polished, all charm and grace, the kind of wolf the elders couldn't stop praising as a "refined gentleman."
At sixteen, he was already steadier and sharper than any wolf his age.
Three years ago, I was cornered in the shadowed thicket beyond the pack's territory, surrounded by three rogue males baring their fangs. Damien stepped in without a second thought, his growl enough to make the ground tremble. From that moment, I was hooked, chasing after him, determined to repay him by claiming the untouchable alpha no one else dared to approach.
But Damien just looked at me with those cool, distant eyes and shut me down.
"Samantha, I want a mate who's gentle, refined. You're just a reckless pup."
I ditched my wild ways, threw myself into learning every fancy trick in the book-piano, painting, flower arranging, you name it.
I transformed from a brash she-wolf into Argentum Town's picture of elegance, a proper lady of the pack.
By the time I felt ready to confess again, I heard the news that gutted me: Damien was set to form a sacred bond with my cousin, Chloe.
My heart shattered, and I stepped back, ready to let them have their happiness.
But the night before the binding ceremony, Chloe came to me, her voice soft but heavy. "Samantha, I love someone else. Could you. take my place and bind with Damien?"
My pulse raced.
Part of me was selfish, part of me hopeful.
I said yes.
Chloe left the pack that night, and I stepped into her wedding dress, binding myself to Damien.
But somehow, the whole pack turned on me, whispering that I was the one who drove Chloe away, that I tore apart their perfect love story.
From that day on, Damien's hatred for me burned like a wildfire.
The memories flooded back, and tears spilled from my eyes, splashing onto my phone screen. "Baby, are you crying?"
I stared at his face on the screen, my vision blurring.
"Sweet Damien." I started, but a laugh like gravel in a wolf's throat cut through the room.
"Samantha, so starved for affection you conjure a fake me on your phone?" Damien stood in the doorway, a glare sharp enough to split moonbeams.
I opened my mouth, but the speaker trilled: "Baby, why so quiet? Don't you want your mate anymore?" Sweet Damien's voice cooed through the speaker, warm as sun on fur-no trace of the wolfish edge in Damien's tone.
Damien's jaw tensed.
He stormed over, then snatched the phone and crushed it shut.
"Enough of this farce. Ever since you chased Chloe from the pack, we're just two wolves circling each other."
I froze, then fumbled to unlock it again, slamming delete.
The progress bar crawled like a wolf pacing its territory. When he vanished, my chest felt hollow.
Eleven, and the night hummed with the quiet restlessness of wolves , when the phone buzzed. Miles, my director, his voice practically yipping with excitement: "Sterling! Moonlit Sweetheart caught a big shot's eye. Can you swing by?"
Memories flooded-three years ago, after Damien's ninety-ninth rejection-before the pack's eyes, no less-I'd poured it all into words.
Sterling-a name I'd taken from the silver ore wolves once traded as sacred tribute.
Moonlit Sweetheart: a tale of two wolves bound by more than duty, their howls tangled in joy instead of rage. It went viral, landed me a screenwriting deal.
In reality, Damien's gaze held all the warmth of a winter coldness.
"I'll be there," I said, steady as a wolf standing its ground.
I hung up, rubbed my temples, and sank into the bed, exhaustion dragging me under like a storm rolling over the pines.
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9.1
The kingdom of werewolves and Lycans has been plagued by a powerful curse, one that can only be broken by a prophesied healer. For centuries, King Tyler, the Lycan ruler, has carried the burden of a dual curse; the torment of never finding his true mate, and the deadly punishment from the moon goddess for a sin committed by werewolves centuries ago.
Three times he tried to settle for unfated mates under pressure from his people, and each time, his mark killed them. Now, the elders have issued an ultimatum, find his true mate or lose the throne.
Gina Robert, a 21year old human doctor raised by a powerful witch, arrives at the Central Pack as the live-in physician for the king's comatose sister. Unaware of her mysterious lineage or the ancient power in her blood, Gina is thrust into a world of politics and prophecy. She is Tyler's true mate, but fate has more cruel twists in store.
As love sparks between them, a shocking revelation emerges, Tyler is being forced into a political marriage, a woman believed by all to be the prophesied healer. But only one woman carries the true magic needed to break the curse and win the Lycan king's heart.
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
Shrouded in tales of pleasure and mystery, embark on a sensual adventure in a Cities of Sins, where the supernatural blends with the mundane in a city shrouded in fantastic tales and debauchery.
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.