Rejected by Fate's Alpha

The Alpha Queen brought my cousin to the Silver Moon Pack three years ago, and since then, every suitor who came to propose to her met with misfortune—either death or severe injury. The pack began to whisper that she was cursed, a harbinger of doom. Fearing for her, the Alpha Queen decided that Jaycee would marry alongside me, as a co-mate to Remington, the Alpha of our pack. Remington and I had grown up together, and I couldn’t bear the thought of him falling victim to the so-called curse. I protested fiercely, causing a scene in the packhouse, but my mother, the Alpha Queen, locked me in the storage room. From there, I could only watch as Jaycee was taken to the packhouse as his mate, while I was left to enter in the dead of night as his chosen one. When he saw me, he whispered, "Evelyn, your mother mixed up the order, but it doesn’t matter. My heart belongs only to you." He explained that Jaycee wanted a child to secure her place in the pack, believing it would shield her from further scorn. "Once she has a child, she’ll step aside, and you’ll take your rightful place," he promised. But after that night, I never saw him again.

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I didn’t have time to think. I lunged forward, shielding Fluffy with my body as her foot came down hard on my back. Pain shot through me, and I collapsed to the ground, my face pressing into the dirt. I clutched Fluffy tightly, refusing to let go.

“Stop!” I shouted, my voice shaking. “I’m still the Alpha’s chosen mate! How dare you treat me like this? Do you think Remington won’t punish you for this?”

One of the Omegas stepped forward, stopping the other. She gave me a shallow nod, her smile thin and insincere. “Apologies, Miss Evelyn. We’re here to serve you. My name is Annika, and this is Nellie. Please forgive our... overzealousness.”

Nellie scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “Why bother being polite? Even if she dies, the Alpha wouldn’t spare her a second glance.”

I didn’t engage. The world was cruel, and this was just another reminder. I pushed myself up, cradling Fluffy in my arms, and carried him into the room.

“Clean this place,” I said coldly, my voice devoid of emotion. “Then bring me something to eat.”

Nellie looked ready to argue, but Annika grabbed her arm and dragged her out.

Once they were gone, my eyes burned with unshed tears. I clenched my fists, repeating to myself, *Just one more month. One more month, and Remington will make this right.*

They returned soon enough, carrying a food tray that they carelessly dropped onto the dusty table. The moment they lifted the lid, a sour stench hit me, and I gagged.

“Why is the food spoiled?” I demanded, my voice rising.

Nellie rolled her eyes. “Be grateful you’re getting anything at all. You’re not exactly in a position to be picky.”

Annika hesitated, her voice softer but no less cutting. “Miss Evelyn, the Luna requested cherry tarts. The kitchen is busy preparing them for her. This is all that’s left from yesterday. Please... make do.”

My hands trembled with anger, but I had no recourse. Nellie stomped around the room, wiping surfaces with a rag that only seemed to spread more dust. The already inedible food was now coated in it.

I picked up the tray and carried it outside, placing a bowl in front of Fluffy. But even he turned his nose away, whining softly. If even a dog wouldn’t eat it, how could I?

The bitterness in my chest deepened. *Would Remington care if he saw me like this?* I wondered. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and my body was growing weak. Fluffy was shivering with hunger too.

My gaze fell on a tree near the edge of the yard, its branches heavy with unfamiliar fruit. I plucked a few, wiping them on my dress, and took a bite. The taste was tangy and sweet—a small mercy in this miserable place.

Fluffy and I sat by the wall, sharing the fruit in silence. For a moment, the world felt a little less cold.

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The silver glass bit into my palm as I sawed through the restraints. Five years. Five years of planning this moment, memorizing guard rotations, stealing fragments of broken mirror during the weekly hose-downs. The storm outside Wolf's Bane Asylum screamed louder than the voices in my head—the ones that whispered I was already dead, that escape was just another form of torture. My wrists burned where the silver touched skin. I didn't care. Pain was an old friend now. The guard's footsteps echoed down the corridor. I pressed myself against the wall, every muscle trembling from malnutrition and years of wolfsbane injections. My wolf—Luna, she used to be called—hadn't spoken in so long I'd almost forgotten her voice.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

7.8

After My Alpha's Lies, I Found Freedom

7.8

I stood at the edge of the grand hall, my fingers trembling around the ceremonial silver goblet. Five years of practice had taught me how to move through these events like a ghost—seen but not truly present. The annual inter-pack alliance ceremony was the most important diplomatic event of the year, and as Luna of the Shadowmoon Pack, my role was simple: smile, nod, and reflect well on my Alpha. My Alpha. The words tasted bitter in my mind. Marcus Sterling was never truly mine, nor I his. The mate mark on my neck burned with phantom pain, a constant reminder of our fraudulent bond. "Luna Elena," a voice called, pulling me from my thoughts. "The Blackthorn delegation awaits your greeting." I moved forward, the weight of my ceremonial gown dragging behind me like chains. The visiting Alphas and Lunas stood in a semicircle, their eyes calculating as they assessed me—the famously quiet, submissive Luna of the powerful Shadowmoon Pack.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.3

After My Mate Scent-Marked His Mistress, I Rejected Him

8.3

The freezing rain of the Silver Lake territory didn’t just soak you; it bit straight through to the marrow. I shifted back into my human form at the edge of the clearing, my knees buckling slightly as my feet hit the muddy earth. Steam rose from my naked skin, mingling with the metallic scent of fresh blood and the pine-heavy air. I was Valentina Ross, the Lead Tracker of this pack, and I had just spent three days in a blizzard hunting an elk that had strayed too close to the border. It was a kill that would feed the elders for a week, but right now, all I could feel was the throbbing gash on my thigh where a rogue branch had sliced me open miles ago. I dragged the carcass to the drop-off point for the Delta butchers, shivering violently. I needed warmth. I needed care. I needed my mate. “Oliver,” I whispered, stumbling toward our cabin.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

Betrayed by Fated Mate

8.1

The full moon bathed the clearing in silver light, casting an ethereal glow over the gathered pack members. Their faces blurred into a sea of expectant smiles as I stood beside Alexander, my heart thundering against my ribs. This was everything I'd dreamed of since I was a little girl—finding my fated mate, becoming Luna of a powerful pack, starting our forever. "Are you ready?" Alexander whispered, his breath warm against my ear. His eyes, the color of burnished amber, held mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. I nodded, unable to form words as the pack Elder stepped forward, his weathered hands raising toward the moon. "Under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, we gather to witness the sacred bond between Alpha Alexander Kane and his chosen mate, Victoria Sterling," the Elder's voice carried across the hushed clearing. "May their union strengthen the Shadowmoon Pack and bring forth powerful heirs." Alexander's fingers tightened around mine as we recited our vows. The traditional words flowed from my lips like honey, sweet promises of devotion and loyalty that I meant with every fiber of my being. When it came time for the marking, I tilted my head, exposing the vulnerable curve of my neck.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.2

Betrayed Luna's Triumph

9.2

The thick cream envelope sat on my kitchen counter like a ticking bomb. The Moonrise Werewolf Academy logo gleamed in gold embossing, mocking me with its prestige. My hands trembled as I slid my finger under the seal, already knowing what I'd find inside. "Dear Mrs. Boyd," I read aloud, my voice hollow in the empty kitchen. "We regret to inform you that your daughter Emma's acceptance to our institution has been rescinded due to administrative reconsideration." The letter continued with polite, meaningless apologies, but my eyes locked on the final paragraph: "The available position has been offered to Jake Stevens, whose application was strengthened by an Alpha with exceptional healing credentials." My coffee mug hit the counter with a crack. "Exceptional healing credentials?" I whispered. "That's my husband they're talking about." Fury propelled me out the door. Twenty minutes later, I stood in the academy's marble lobby, the letter crumpled in my fist. "Mrs.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

Desired by Mate's Alpha Brother

8.1

Catching her mate cheating with his childhood sweetheart was already humiliating enough—but what broke Ava even more was realizing that the one person who witnessed her heartbreak was the last person she ever wanted to see it: her mate’s older brother. The future Alpha of their pack. Mortified, Ava fled the scene. What she didn’t expect, however, was that the very man she’d always had complicated feelings for—the one she’d been trying so hard to avoid—had his eyes on her all along. Even with a chosen mate soon to be announced, his gaze never seemed to leave her. She never imagined that the cold and distant future Alpha—her mate’s brother, whose hawk-like stare always made her feel like prey—might share a bond with her that neither of them could explain.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected by Fate's Alpha

Chapter 3

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