Rejected By My Cruel Fated Mate
I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone.
"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born.
Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck.
It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack.
I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead.
Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss.
He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows.
I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn.
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Chapter 2
Elara POV
The suffocating silence in the SUV was broken by a sharp ping from my phone. An audio file from an unknown number. Piper.
With trembling fingers, I tapped play. Gavin’s cold, familiar baritone filled the car. "The pup is the only reason she's still here. Once the heir is born, I will formally Reject her."
The word Reject sliced through my soul like a silver blade. I tossed the phone onto the center console. "Listen to it, Bastian," I choked out.
The old butler glanced at the screen, his face draining of color. He couldn't weave any more lies.
"He was never coming to the clinic, was he?" I whispered.
Bastian bowed his head in shame. "I only wanted to protect the pup from your distress, Luna."
My inner White Wolf let out a shattered, agonizing howl. I was entirely alone, surrounded by deceit.
Before I could speak, a deafening roar tore through the night. A massive truck slammed into the side of our SUV. Metal shrieked. The world spun in a violent blur of shattered glass and crushing force. We rolled, coming to a violent halt off the road.
Pain—blinding and absolute—ripped through my abdomen. Warm blood soaked my thighs. Bastian was slumped over the wheel, unconscious. Gasping for air, I reached for the frayed Mate-bond, screaming Gavin's name in my mind. Nothing. Just a wall of ice.
With blood-slicked fingers, I found my phone and hit redial on speaker.
"What now? I'm busy," Gavin snapped.
Then, Piper’s giggles echoed through the cracked speaker. "Gavin, darling, which one do you think I'd like? The diamond or the sapphire?"
I couldn't breathe. Through the shattered window, I saw the truck driver stepping out. He didn't have the feral, crazed look of a Rogue. His eyes were cold, calculating—a professional making sure the job was done.
Darkness dragged me under—until the roar of motorcycle engines split the night. My father's enforcers.
I woke to the scent of bitter herbs in the Pack Healer's Clinic. The agonizing emptiness in my womb told me everything. My pup was gone.
Bastian stood by my bed, a thick bandage around his head. "The Alpha..." he started, his voice trembling. "He was here. He just left a few minutes ago."
"Stop lying!" I snarled, my voice raw with grief and fury. "Tell me what he actually said."
Bastian flinched, finally breaking under my icy glare. "He mind-linked me. He said... 'It's unfortunate. Let the Healer handle it. I'm busy.'"
The last shred of my love for Gavin Blackwood turned to ash.
"Get out," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument. Once alone, I dialed my father.
"Elara?" His voice was rough with sleep.
"Father," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I need you."
Three days later, the grand foyer of the Alpha’s Manor was dead quiet. I stood at the top of the sweeping staircase, wearing a simple white dress, mourning the child I lost, and the mate I was about to kill in my heart.
The heavy oak doors opened. Gavin walked in, looking exhausted. Even from up here, I could smell the lingering scent of Piper’s cheap floral perfume on his clothes.
He stopped at the base of the stairs, looking up at me with a frown. "Bastian told me about the accident," he said, his voice tight. "But the pup—"
"Is dead," I finished for him, my voice echoing like ice against the stone walls. "Just like you wanted."
Gavin's face twisted in shock. "That's not—"
"And now," I continued, staring down at the man who broke me, "there is nothing left between us. So, get ready for my Rejection."
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9.7
Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned.
Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman.
At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.
9.7
I was a top cardiac surgeon, trapped in a dead marriage with a ruthless billionaire.
One afternoon, he brought his mistress to my hospital, ordering me to perform her high-risk heart surgery.
When I refused and handed him our divorce papers, he violently tore them up and threatened to erase my name from the medical community.
Worse, I discovered they had a five-year-old surrogate son—bought and born the exact same year I bled out on an operating table, losing our baby.
The mistress mocked my trauma, calling me a barren piece of trash who couldn't give him an heir.
I slapped her across the face.
The next morning, the NYPD publicly handcuffed me in my own hospital.
She had framed me for attempted murder, claiming I injected her IV with a lethal dose of potassium.
My husband cornered me in the interrogation room.
"Just confess to me. I will throw enough money at the DA to make this entirely disappear."
I looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing but raw, unfiltered suspicion.
He actually believed I was a jealous murderer.
I swore I would rather rot in a concrete cell for the rest of my life than bow down to them.
Just as my childhood savior miraculously appeared to bail me out, my phone rang.
The mistress had gone into full cardiac arrest.
Only I had the surgical skill to save her.
I turned around, deciding whether to let the woman who ruined my life die, or pick up my scalpel.
9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."
7.1
To survive a forced one-year marriage contract with the ultra-wealthy Chavez family, Averi Marsh disguised herself as a pathetic, ugly duckling.
She caked her flawless skin in muddy yellow foundation, wore thick glasses, and played the part of a trembling, uneducated orphan.
The entire family treated her like literal garbage.
The youngest brother publicly swore he would rather cut off his own hand than marry a piece of trailer park trash.
Her nominal fiancé, Clarke, looked at her with cold disdain, allowing his glamorous companion to humiliate Averi by forcing her into a neon pink clown dress.
At a high-society party, a socialite shoved her into an infinity pool, laughing as the heavy fabric dragged her to the bottom.
They all wanted to see the poor girl broken, humiliated, and driven out of their pristine world.
What they didn't know was that beneath the hideous sweaters was a breathtaking, lethal predator.
They had no idea she was 'Spectre', the undefeated underground racing god who had just humiliated the arrogant Clarke on the track.
They didn't know she could shatter a bully's wrist in seconds or bankrupt their wealthy friends with a single text message.
But when the chlorinated pool water washed away her ugly makeup, the family's ambitious second son caught a glimpse of her true, flawless face.
The game of hide-and-seek was officially over.
The Chavez family thought they were torturing a helpless sheep, but they were about to realize they had locked themselves in a cage with a wolf.
7.2
Hope worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street, enduring daily humiliation from her boss just to be her mother's golden ticket out of poverty.
But when a severe kidney infection left her bleeding and collapsing in the middle of a boardroom presentation, her boss didn't call an ambulance.
He slammed his hand on the table, publicly accused her of popping pills like a junkie, and threw her out of the building.
Dragging her agonizing, feverish body back home, Hope desperately needed a mother's comfort.
Instead, the moment her mother heard she had lost her six-figure job, the woman's face contorted with pure rage.
She didn't care that Hope's kidneys were failing; she grabbed a heavy glass ashtray and hurled it directly at Hope's head.
"You threw away a six-figure job? You threw away our ticket out of this dump?!"
The glass shattered against the wall, slicing Hope's bare leg open.
For twenty-nine years, Hope had sacrificed her health, her dignity, and her sanity to be the perfect daughter.
She didn't understand why her life was only worth the paycheck she brought home, or why her own mother would rather see her dead than unemployed.
Looking at the blood dripping down her calf, the guilt that had chained her for a lifetime suddenly vanished.
She pulled out her phone and hit send on a brutally honest resignation email to her toxic boss.
Then, she opened a text from the intimidating, billionaire doctor who had treated her at the clinic—the only man who had ever told her she was a fighter.
She packed her bags and walked out the door.
This time, she was going to live for herself.