
REJECTED BY ALPHA LUPUS,REBORN IN FIRE.
"I, Alpha Lupus Kai, reject you, Taylor Swift, as my mate and Luna," he declared, his piercing gaze locking onto mine before the entire pack.
For a moment, the world went silent. My heart thundered in my chest, and I stood frozen, disbelief flooding through me. This was supposed to be our moment, not my humiliation. My eyes flickered to my parents in the crowd. My mother's lips trembled, my father's eyes begged me to stay silent, to walk away quietly. Their silent plea was clear: "don't do this."
But I'd already made up my mind. Taking a steady breath, I raised my chin and met Lupus's fierce stare. "I, Taylor Swift, accept your rejection, Alpha Lupus."
Gasps rippled through the pack like a wave. Shame and fury burned inside me, but I refused to let them see me break. I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving behind the pack, the title, and the man who thought he could define my worth.
He may have rejected me today, but one thing was certain, I would rise again, stronger than ever, and make them all remember my name.
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Chapter 2
Lupus's POV
The moment Taylor walked out of my chamber, the silence that followed was heavier than any roar of battle.
I stood there, staring at the door she had just closed, my chest burning with a strange mixture of anger and something I couldn't name. Her scent still lingered faintly in the room very soft, familiar, and painfully haunting. I wanted it gone. I wanted her gone. Yet, every breath I took reminded me of her.
I turned sharply and slammed my fist against the wall. The sound went through the chamber, and the stone cracked under the force.
"She defied me," I muttered under my breath. "She actually defied me."
I was the Alpha of the Dominion Pack, the strongest, the most feared, the one no one dared question. But Taylor Swift, the woman I once called my mate, had looked me in the eye and walked away without fear. That image burned in my mind like fire.
Before I could even gather my thoughts, Daniel burst through the door. My Beta. My oldest friend. The only one who ever dared to enter my space without knocking.
"Lupus," he said, slightly out of breath. "Tell me you didn't do it."
I turned to face him, my expression blank. "Do what?"
He swallowed hard. "Reject her. Taylor."
I clenched my jaw. "I did."
Daniel's face fell. "You can't be serious. You..."
"Don't," I snapped, my voice cutting through his words like a blade. "Don't question my decisions."
He hesitated. "But she's your mate, Lupus. The Moon Goddess."
"I said don't!" I roared, and the power in my voice made the lamps flicker.
Daniel stepped back immediately, his head bowed in submission. I could sense his wolf shrinking under my dominance.
I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself. "If you care so much, go find her yourself," I said coldly. "Because I don't intend to."
Daniel frowned. "You'll regret this. I can see it in your eyes already."
"Enough!" I thundered again. "Leave, Daniel, before I forget you're my friend."
He stared at me for a moment longer, disappointment written all over his face, then turned and left quietly.
The room fell silent once more. Only the sound of my heartbeat went in my ears. I sank onto the edge of my desk, rubbing my temples.
Taylor's last words replayed in my mind, I will rise again.
A part of me wanted to laugh at her foolishness, but another part of me... the part I kept buried deep inside, twisted painfully at the thought.
I didn't understand why it hurt. I was the one who ended it. I was the one who said the words.
I told myself I didn't care. That it was for the best.
But the more I tried to believe it, the less it felt true.
I poured myself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp. The burning sensation helped clear my thoughts, even if just for a second.
That was when Angela walked in.
She didn't knock, she never did. She strolled in confidently, her short dark hair brushing against her shoulders, her emerald eyes shining with triumph.
"So," she said with a smirk, "she's gone?"
I didn't respond. I stared into the empty glass in my hand.
"I heard you rejected her in person," Angela continued, stepping closer. "I wish I could have seen her face. She must have been devastated."
Her tone was light, but there was venom behind her words.
"Angela," I said quietly, not looking at her, "don't push me right now."
"Oh, come on," she said, crossing her arms. "You should be happy. The weak little omega is finally out of your life. You did what had to be done."
I glanced at her sharply. "Watch your words."
Her smirk faded slightly. "What? I'm only saying what's true."
"Taylor may have been weak," I said, standing up to my full height, "but she was still my mate. And you will not speak of her disrespectfully in my presence."
Angela blinked, clearly surprised. "You're defending her? After everything?"
"I'm not defending anyone," I said flatly. "I'm stating facts."
She studied me for a moment, tilting her head. "You're angry. Why? You rejected her. Isn't this what you wanted?"
"I don't owe you an explanation," I said.
Angela stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Lupus, listen to me. You're Alpha now. You can't let emotions rule you. The pack respects strength, not sympathy. If you start showing regret, they'll see it as weakness."
I turned away from her, walking toward the window. The moon was high and full, shining brightly over the forest beyond our borders.
"She left," I said softly. "I can't sense her anymore."
Angela frowned. "That's a good thing, isn't it?"
I didn't answer. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, growling low in frustration.
I hated this feeling, this unease clawing at my chest. I wanted to believe she was nothing to me, that her absence meant freedom. But the silence she left behind was unbearable.
"Lupus," Angela said, walking up behind me. "Forget about her. You did what was right for the pack."
"Right for the pack," I repeated quietly. "But not for me."
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing."
I turned around and faced her again. "I need time to think. Leave me."
Angela frowned. "I'm your mate now. You can talk to me."
"I said leave," I said firmly, my tone final.
She hesitated, clearly annoyed, but then nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her.
As soon as she was gone, I sank into my chair and ran my hands through my hair. My wolf was pacing inside me, restless and agitated.
Why do you care? I asked it silently. She's gone. We rejected her.
But my wolf didn't answer. It only growled softly, the sound low and sorrowful.
I couldn't stand the walls closing in anymore. I needed air.
I got up and walked out of my chambers, down the long hallway of the Alpha quarters. The guards at the entrance bowed as I passed, but I barely noticed them. I followed Taylor's scent instinctively, even though I kept telling myself I didn't care.
The scent trail ended near the edge of the forest. It was faint, almost gone, like smoke dissolving into the night air.
I stared into the darkness for a long time, fists clenched at my sides.
"She really left," I muttered under my breath.
The realization hit harder than I expected. She was gone, not just from my pack, but from my life.
"Alpha," one of the guards said cautiously, approaching from behind. "Should we send a search party?"
I didn't turn around. "No. Let her go."
"But, Alpha."
"I said no!" I barked.
The guard bowed his head quickly and backed away.
I stood there for several minutes, staring into the forest, my heart pounding with something I didn't want to name.
Daniel appeared a short while later, his face tense. "She's really gone, isn.t she?"
"Yes," I said simply.
He sighed. "You don't seem very sure of yourself, Lupus. You're usually more decisive than this."
"I made a choice," I said firmly. "It's done."
Daniel studied me carefully. "If you say so."
"Don't start," I warned him.
He raised his hands in surrender. "Fine. But for what it's worth, I think you made a mistake. Taylor was loyal, Lupus. You might not see it now, but one day, you'll realize what you lost."
He turned and walked away before I could reply.
I clenched my jaw, his words replayed in my mind. You'll realize what you lost.
That night, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her, the defiance in her gaze, the pain she tried to hide, the way she walked out with her head held high.
It shouldn't have bothered me. But it did.
I sat up, groaning in frustration. Angela stirred beside me in the bed, half-asleep. "Lupus? What's
wrong?"
"Nothing," I muttered. "Go back to sleep."
She rolled over and did as I said, but I couldn't rest. My wolf kept growling softly, agitated and restless.
I got up again, pacing back and forth in the dark. Finally, I decided to do what I swore I wouldn't, I
followed her scent again, desperate for any trace.
But it was gone completely this time. Not even the faintest trace remained.
I clenched my fists, a low growl escaping my throat. "Where are you, Taylor?"
I was Alpha, yet I couldn't control this. I couldn't stop her from leaving, couldn't command the bond to stay intact. The emptiness she left behind was like a wound that refused to heal.
I sank to my knees in the dirt, my heart pounding. My wolf howled inside me, a sound of loss and
frustration that echoed deep in my chest.
"She's gone," I whispered to myself. "And she's not coming back."
But even as I said it, a part of me refused to believe it.
No, Taylor Swift was not the kind of woman who disappeared quietly. She would come back one day, and when she did, she would bring with her the storm I had unleashed.
I rose slowly to my feet, staring into the forest one last time. The moonlight shimmered through the trees, and for a fleeting second, I thought I saw her shadow among them.
But it was only my imagination.
I turned back toward the pack house, my heart heavy. The night air was cold, biting against my skin, but I barely felt it.
Back in my chamber, I poured another drink, though I knew it wouldn't ease the turmoil inside me. I stared at the empty chair where she once sat, at the space beside the window where she used to stand.
It was strange, how empty a room could feel once someone was gone.
Angela entered quietly again, her expression softer this time. "Lupus," she said gently, "you can't keep doing this to yourself."
"I'm fine," I said shortly.
"You're not," she replied. "You're haunted by her."
I looked at her, the words heavy in the air.
"Even if I was," I said finally, "it doesn't matter. What's done is done."
Angela sighed but said nothing more. She turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Once again, I was alone.
I closed my eyes, leaning back in my chair. The image of Taylor's face appeared behind my eyelids, proud, hurt, unbroken.
"She'll come back," I murmured to myself. "And when she does... I'll be ready."
But deep down, even as I said the words, I knew something had changed - not in her, but in me.
The bond was gone, yet the ache remained.
And that was the cruellest punishment of all.
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9.3
Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone.
But death? Just her intermission.
She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down.
And her?
Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status.
But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power.
Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer:
Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world.
Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge.
Sounds simple? Think again.
A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him.
A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart.
A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure.
A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark.
A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her.
They all need her mark. They all want her.
And sharing? Not in their vocabulary.
Too bad for them-
She's not here for love stories.
She's here to survive.
To climb.
To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones.
And one day.
To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born.

7.8
Nara has spent her whole life at the bottom of the pack.
The weak wolf.
The girl no one defends.
The one everyone believes will never shift, never matter, and never belong.
All she wants is to live quietly and survive another day without being beaten or humiliated.
But the Moon Goddess has a different plan.
During a rogue attack, Nara crosses paths with Alpha Kael Draven-a powerful, ruthless leader known for his strength... and his curse. The moment their eyes meet, the mate bond snaps into place with a force that shocks them both.
Kael rejects her instantly.
A weak mate is the last thing he wants.
But as he walks away, the bond does not break.
Instead, it burns.
Soon, strange things begin happening around Nara-her wounds heal too fast, shadows move when she panics, and wolves who once mocked her now fear her. Whispers spread. Someone demands her capture. And Kael, the Alpha who tried to reject her, suddenly can't stay away.
As an ancient prophecy resurfaces, Nara learns she is the last descendant of a lost bloodline-one powerful enough to break Kael's curse... or unleash a darkness even he cannot control.
Now hunted by enemies, betrayed by those she trusted, and torn between the Alpha who wounded her and the destiny she never wanted, Nara must rise from weakness to strength.
Because Kael's life is tied to hers.
Her power is awakening.
And the bond that was meant to be broken might be the one thing that saves them both-
or destroys their entire world.

9.2
At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest.
Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike.
The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her.
He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust.
The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage.
"He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!"
The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon.
"By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!"
Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away.
Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger.
When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her.
Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster?
As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws.
"I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"

9.7
The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes. But as Alpha King Damien Blackmoor stood before his entire kingdom and rejected his fated mate, he wondered if the goddess had finally lost her mind. Aria Thornwood was weak. Wolfless. Worthless. And the only woman destiny had chosen for him. Humiliated before thousands, Damien cast her into exile, choosing pride over prophecy. He told himself it was for the best. He told himself the Moon Goddess made a mistake. He told himself these lies for five years. Until the curse came. Until his kingdom began to die. Until the ancient prophecy revealed that only the True Luna could save them all.
Now Damien must journey into the wilderness to find the woman he destroyed and beg for her help. But Aria is no longer the broken girl he rejected. She has become something the world has never seen, a True Luna, more powerful than any Alpha in history. She doesn't need a king. She doesn't need a mate. And she is not interested in forgiveness. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes. Damien did. And winning back his rejected mate will require more than his crown. It will require his heart. Some bonds cannot be broken. Some kings must learn to kneel. And some love is worth any price.

7.7
Chelsey loved Brett for seven years and tried everything for a baby-doctors, IVF, surgeries. Then she found out he'd been dosing her food with contraceptives.
She woke back at the fire years earlier and watched Brett carry another woman out, leaving Chelsey to choke in smoke. She realized he'd been reborn too-and picked his "true love."
Chelsey walked away and married Julian, her friend's cousin and the hot firefighter who saved her; he gave her all his money the day they married.
Brett scoffed... until Chelsey shone at an AI summit and Julian's real identity shocked him.
Seeing her with twins and another baby coming, Brett begged, "Come back to me! Please!"

9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.