Rejected by My Alpha

Waylon forgot to mute the live audio on his Instagram story, and the playful voice of a girl echoed in the background, sharp and unmistakable. "My lingerie got ruined again because of you." "Can you stay with me just one more day? I don’t want you going back to *her*." Thalia, Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, was tipped off by a well-meaning packmate. She stared at the screen, her fingers hovering over the story. In the past, she might have cried, thrown a tantrum, or even threatened something drastic. But now, she simply hit the like button and scrolled away. --- Waylon called her later that evening. "My flight’s delayed. Don’t wait up for dinner." His voice was flat, cold, and distant, even over the phone. The excuse sounded rehearsed, almost indifferent.

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The tension in the den was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering resentment. Thalia stood in the corner, her arms crossed, her presence a quiet storm amidst the chaos. The realization finally hit the others in the room that she was still there, her aura as Luna commanding attention even in her silence. Waylon Daniels, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was about to speak when Emmie Anderson, a young Delta, turned her tear-streaked eyes toward Thalia.

“Luna,” Emmie began, her voice trembling, “I know you have something important to discuss with Alpha Daniels right now. But Whiskers is really sick, and if we don’t see the pack healer soon, it could be too late.”

Thalia’s jaw tightened. She hadn’t said a word, yet Emmie was already painting her as the villain. The wolf pup, Whiskers, whimpered softly in Emmie’s arms, its tiny body trembling. Thalia had never been fond of pups, but even she could see the urgency in the situation.

“You’ve never had a pup, so you wouldn’t understand,” Emmie pleaded, her voice desperate. “Whiskers is like my child. Please, just let us get him to the healer first.”

Thalia’s eyes flicked to Waylon, who stood there, his muscular frame tense, his expression a mixture of concern and reproach. His dark eyes met hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of guilt. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the cold detachment she had grown accustomed to.

“Luna,” Waylon said, his voice firm but tinged with impatience, “we can talk later when I get back.”

Thalia stepped forward, her gaze unwavering. “No need. I just have one thing to say.” Her voice was steady, though the tension in the room made it feel like the walls were closing in. “Grandma Lara wants us to come home for the pack’s Moon Festival dinner tomorrow.”

That was it. She had delivered the message, and now they could leave. Surprisingly, Waylon seemed momentarily taken aback by her straightforwardness. He looked at her as though he had expected something more—a fight, perhaps, or at least a display of the hurt he knew he had caused.

“That’s all?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

What else did he expect? A plea for him to stay? A reminder of the bond they once shared? Thalia’s expression remained impassive, though the weight of his betrayal pressed heavily on her chest.

“You should go,” she said, her tone calm but laced with finality. “Don’t delay taking Whiskers to the healer.”

Waylon hesitated, his gaze searching hers for something—anything—that might indicate she still cared. But Thalia’s mask was firmly in place, her walls impenetrable. In the end, it was Emmie’s insistence that finally spurred him into action. He turned away, his broad shoulders stiff as he followed Emmie out of the den, leaving Thalia alone in the suffocating silence.

As the door closed behind them, Thalia exhaled slowly, her hands trembling at her sides. The bond between them, once so strong, now felt like a frayed thread, unraveling with every passing moment. She could feel the sting of rejection, the ache of a mate bond that had been neglected and abused. But she refused to let it break her. She was Luna, after all, and she would endure.

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I am Emory Howell, Crown Luna of the American Lycans, heiress to the Moonveil Pack. I have walked into rooms that made Alpha males instinctively lower their eyes. I have settled inter-pack disputes with a single sentence. My Luna aura is the kind that other she-wolves whisper about in reverent, slightly envious tones. And tonight, I was standing in the Silverfang Pack's kitchen at six in the morning, covered in flour, asking an Omega named Bess whether dark chocolate ganache needed to chill for one hour or two. 'Two, Miss Howell,' Bess said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. She knew who I was. They all did. But I had suppressed my aura so thoroughly over the past months that I barely registered as anything more than a well-dressed visitor in their territory. That was intentional.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.2

Cursed Mate Of The Supreme Alpha

8.2

My legs felt weak. My vision blured. I whisper, "Please, forgive me my Lord, I will go....." "No," he growled, his voice low but firm "You won't." He took a step closer to me and I feel the pull from his wolf to mine. something magnetic, ancient and terrifying. It's not just attraction. It's instinct, a bond older than time itself. He stared down at me as I knelt on the floor, too terrified I glanced back toward the entrance , toward the open gates that had promised freedom just moments ago, far from freedom I knew what lay ahead for me, death, public execution of the half-blood who dared to speak before Alpha Zane, I expected to hear him say it, Kill her, but instead. "Get up".

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8.7

Forsaken Luna's Reclaimed Power

8.7

When I found out that Leon, the Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, had left me unconscious in the hospital just to deliver a coat to his Beta, Yasmin, I decided it was time to reject our mate bond. Leon agreed immediately, his voice dripping with the casual arrogance of an Alpha. "Why worry? She’s just an Omega. She’ll calm down." "Give her a few days, and she’ll come crawling back, begging for forgiveness. Then I’ll graciously accept her apology, and we’ll see if she dares to cause any fuss again." That very day, he posted a photo on the pack’s shared mind link, holding hands with Yasmin across a dinner table. The caption read: "Two souls, three meals, four seasons; for the rest of our lives, we’ll be each other’s one and only." As I stared at the date on the calendar, I dialed my brother Julius, the Gamma of the Blood Moon Pack. "Hey, can you help me get back home?" "Really? That’s great! You’re finally giving up on that jerk!

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9.6

I Am Not Your Ordinary Luna, I Am The Rebel Queen

9.6

One hundred years ago, the witches cursed every she-wolf to be barren. It was vengeance for their slain matriarch. It was meant to end the war. Instead, it nearly ended the werewolf race. Werewolves were forced to interbreed with humans to survive, and the once-proud kingdoms fractured. Only one bloodline remained untouched by the curse, the ancient Lycans of Lupenreich, protected by powerful shamanic magic. Coveted by werewolves, hunted by witches, despised by vampires, the Lycans became both salvation and threat. And now, only one true heir remains... Sybil von Rosen was never meant to grow up among humans. Born a Lycan princess through a human surrogate, she was stolen from the castle as an infant by the very woman meant to nurse her, a woman who turned out to be a witch. Hidden beneath a powerful spell that caged her wolf and erased her scent from the supernatural world, Sybil was raised knowing exactly who she was... and exactly what she had been bred for. A womb. A crown. Her bloodline's legacy. But Sybil was never meant to be a broodmare queen. She grew up human with the strength and senses of a shewolf and the magic of the witches, which got transferred to her while she was still in the womb of her surrogate. She's strong, intelligent, disciplined, and lethal. An MMA champion. A combat instructor for a private military contractor. A woman who learned to fight before she ever learned to howl. When the magic of her witch mother begins to fade, and the werewolf King finally tracks them down, Sybil is summoned back to a kingdom that remembers her only as its missing heir. Betrayed by her hybrid fiancé, who abandoned her to marry the princess of their kingdom, Sybil made a decision that will shake three kingdoms. She returned. Not for love. Not for duty. For revenge... But the throne comes with chains. Instead of marrying one Alpha, she is bound to four-the Alpha Guardians of Lupenreich. Ruthless. Powerful. Pureblood. Feared across kingdoms. And fate claims they are her mates. There's only one problem. Sybil cannot feel her wolf, for it was caged deep within her soul. She cannot smell her mates. She is a Lycan princess trapped in a wolfless body. While her four Alphas believe they are claiming their future Luna and Queen, Sybil is already planning something far more dangerous. She will not stand beside a king. She will not be used to breed to secure bloodlines. And she certainly will not be ruled. If the kingdom wants a queen... They're about to kneel to a rebel queen. Because Sybil von Rosen is not an ordinary Luna. She is the last Lycan heir. The forbidden daughter of witches. The mate of four Alpha Guardians. And she intends to take the throne for herself and will bow to no one.

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8.5

My Mate Let Me Die to Mark His Mistress

8.5

Dust motes danced in the sliver of sunlight cutting through the heavy velvet curtains of the pack archives. I sneezed, the sound echoing in the silence. As the Omega of the Silver Moon Pack, this was my domain—the dusty corners, the forgotten histories, the places no one else wanted to be. "Just another day, Zoey," I whispered to myself, reaching for a heavy, leather-bound tome on the top shelf. "Keep your head down, do your work." But today wasn't just another day. My hand slipped. The sharp metal clasp of the book sliced across my thumb. I hissed, pulling my hand back, expecting the familiar sting and the welling of crimson red. Instead, as I pressed my thumb against the parchment of an open scroll to stop the bleeding, a strange warmth bloomed in my chest. I pulled my hand away.

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9.3

Rejected Mate's Vengeance

9.3

On the day my child turned one month old, my mate Robert Kim was declared dead after falling into a well. The pack waited for me to break down, to wail and mourn, but I remained silent and unmoved. Five years later, during a famine, Robert suddenly reappeared, his arm wrapped around Taylor Bennett, the Omega he had chosen over me. Seeing me struggle alone to raise our child, a flicker of guilt crossed his face. “It was actually my brother who died that day,” he confessed. “Taylor and Evan needed me. But since you’ve worked so hard these past years, I’ll take care of you. Though Taylor will remain my Luna.” I laughed bitterly. “You’re too late.” What Robert didn’t know was that in my past life, I had endured humiliation as his chosen mate, all for the sake of our child. But Taylor couldn’t bear the thought of my child calling Robert “Father,” so she convinced him to have us thrown into a mob of starving rogues.

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Rejected by My Alpha

Chapter 8

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