Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By His Stepbrother
After two years of love and unwavering commitment to her mate Adrian, Amelia's world shatters when she finds Adrian, cheating on her with his ex-fated mate, Mara. The pain deepens when she is framed for a crime she didn't commit, and forced to leave the pack she once called home. Yet, as time passes and Adrian's regrets grow, he embarks on a desperate quest to find Amelia and win her back.
Years later, Amelia has rebuilt her life as a successful medical doctor, only to find herself drawn to Alex Darlington, a charming and caring doctor who turns out to be none other than Adrian's stepbrother. But when their bond grows undeniable, Amelia must face the shocking truth-Adrian, the man who once betrayed her, is now the one asking for her forgiveness. Torn between her past love and her new feelings for Alex, Amelia's heart is pulled in two directions.
As Adrian fights to reclaim the woman he lost, he must confront his own mistakes and battle the darkness inside. But when Alex's true motives come to light, Amelia must decide who is truly worthy of her love, and whether she can find a future with the man who shattered her heart-or the one who might just heal it.
In a world where loyalty is tested, love is fragile, and betrayal runs deep, will Amelia find peace, or will she be forced to choose between two men who will stop at nothing to claim her heart?
Settings : Moonstone Pack, Present Day, Human World, New York City, Present Day, 21st Century.
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Chapter 6
**Amelia**
Even though I had agreed to follow Dr. Alex Darlington, who was now my mate back home because of the party he organized, deep down I knew I wasn't going to follow him; I had only accepted in order to get him off my back.
After collecting my certificate, I bade goodbye to Becky, who was busy discussing with some of her friends and taking selfies with them, and with that, I started heading to the exit while praying deep down that I wouldn't encounter Dr. Alex Darlington again because all I wanted to do was to go home and get some rest and to also think about what I was going to do next, whether to stick with Dr. Alex Darlington, who was now my mate, or whether to do to him the same thing I did with Adrian, which was escaping and going to somewhere very far where he would never find me.
With these thoughts running through my mind, I walked out of the school and made my way to the parking lot, but immediately I got to the parking lot, I halted in my steps as I saw the last person I had wanted to see leaning on my car while smiling handsomely at me.
'What the hell, is he stalking me or what?' I thought inwardly while staring at him.
"Little mate, trying to run away again?" Dr. Alex Darlington asked me with a warm and charming smile, jolting me out of my thoughts.
"No, I wasn't," I said to him as I walked towards my car.
"Really?" He asked me with a furrowed brow.
"Yes, I wasn't trying to run away," I said to him with a firm tone, even though deep down I knew that I was lying.
"Okay then, it seems like you are done with the graduation, can we start going now?" He asked me as I unlocked my car.
"Yes," I said to him after some minutes of hesitation.
"What about your car?" I asked him, knowing that someone as rich as he was wouldn't come to such an event without a car.
"Ooh, I asked my driver to head back home without me," he said to me, and immediately I furrowed my brows at him.
"And how will you be heading back home?" I asked him with a furrowed brow.
"I will join you in your car; why should I bother following my driver while I can simply follow my mate and get the chance to spend some time with her even though she doesn't want me anywhere near her?" he said to me, and immediately I rolled my eyes at him.
"I never said that," I said to him before opening the car and getting inside.
"Well, you don't need to say it before I know it; remember what I told you earlier: actions speak louder than words," he said to me as he got into the car with me.
"Well, that still doesn't change the fact that I didn't open my mouth to say that, and unless I do, every other thing you will say will be nothing but mere insinuations," I said to him with a defensive tone.
"Really?" He asked me before stretching out his hand to touch me, but I immediately flinched back.
"And that's exactly what I'm talking about," he said to me before withdrawing his hand and pulling out his phone and typing some things before handing it to me.
"That's my address," he said to me after handing me the phone.
Without uttering a single word, I ignited the car and drove off following the address he sent me.
"So from which pack are you from?" He asked me, breaking the silent atmosphere in the car.
"I'm not from any pack. I grew up in the human world," I said to him, not wanting to reveal to him anything about the pack I came from, which might also lead to me telling him about Adrian.
"Really?" He asked me with a furrowed brow.
"Yes, what about you?" I asked him.
"Moonstone Pack," he said to me, taking me aback.
"What?" I asked him with a surprised tone, as I wasn't expecting him to be from the same pack I came from.
It's true that I'm not originally from Moonstone Pack; I was only brought to the pack after our Pack Silver Moon Pack was destroyed and my parents died in the process, but until I left the pack, I had never set my eyes on him.
"Yes, I'm from Moonstone Pack, but I also grew up here in the human world," he said to me, and I nodded in reply.
"But why do you look surprised when I told you from which Pack I came from?" He asked me with a furrowed brow.
"Nothing, I had thought that a doctor who is as famous as you are in the human world had grown up in a werewolf pack," I said to him at the same time his phone started beeping, signaling that we were close to the destination.
After driving for some minutes, I pulled over in front of a big mansion as his phone signaled that we had gotten to our destination.
"Wow, is this your house?" I asked him while admiring the huge mansion right in front of me.
"Yes it is. Do you like it?" He asked me with a warm smile.
"Yes, I do; from the outside, one could already tell that it's a beautiful mansion," I said to him while admiring the mansion.
"Well, I'm glad that you like it, because soon it's going to be your home too, and also where we are going to do everything together," he said to me while leading me inside, and with that I furrowed my brows at him.
"Things like what?" I asked him with an inquisitive look, and with that, he grinned at me.
"You will find out soon, little mate," he said to me before patting my head.
"By the way, the party has already begun, so wait for me here; let me put on something casual, and I will take you to the hall where the party is taking place," he said to me as we got to the sitting room.
"Okay," I said to him, and with that, he blew a kiss at me before walking away.
Once he left, I sighed heavily before sitting down on one of the sofas, and at the same time, my gaze fell on the image that was hanging on the wall. Taking a proper look at it, I was surprised to see some familiar faces in the image.
'What the hell' I muttered as I stood up from the sofa and walked towards the image to l make sure that my eyes weren't playing games on me.
As I got closer, my heart skipped thousands of times as it dawned on me that my eyes weren't actually playing games on me; on the image hanging on the wall was Adrian, Dr. Alex Darlington, and Alpha Darlington, who was Adrian's father, and a lady who I assumed was Dr. Alex Darlington's mother.
To be continued...
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7.4
I was the bankrupt socialite everyone pitied, standing in the mud at my mother's grave with nothing left but a pair of old Louboutins and a single white rose. My bank account was overdrawn by three hundred dollars, but I still believed Julian, my fiancé, was the one person who hadn't abandoned the toxic Compton name.
Then I saw his Maybach shaking in the cemetery parking lot. Through a crack in the window, I heard the man I loved whispering to my stepsister, Tiffany.
"Don't worry about the broke princess. Once I secure her voting proxy for the trust, I'm dumping her."
Tiffany laughed, clutching the scarlet coat she'd charged to my own maxed-out credit card.
"She's so pathetic, Julian. She actually thinks you love her."
I didn't scream; I recorded them. But when I tried to use that leverage, my family turned into vipers. To protect Julian's status, they framed me for causing Tiffany to miscarry a fake pregnancy and planted stolen documents in my bag. My own father stood by as they locked me in a room, planning to sell me to a predatory creditor named Hightower to settle his gambling debts. I ended up in a freezing police cell, my ankle shattered and my reputation destroyed.
I sat on that metal bench, shivering as I realized my own blood had traded my life for a check. I called the only man powerful enough to burn them all-Julian's uncle, the "Butcher of Wall Street," Alden Stark. The phone just kept ringing. He wasn't coming. To the world, I was just a walking bankruptcy filing, a girl who had finally run out of luck.
I didn't wait for a savior. I escaped custody and ran barefoot through the rain, leaving a trail of blood on the marble floor of Stark Tower. When I collapsed at Alden's feet, he didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me like a rare, damaged artifact he finally owned.
"Inform the board that this is my fiancée," he announced, lifting me into his arms.
I signed the marriage contract that night, trading my freedom for the power to ensure my family's liabilities exceeded their assets for the rest of their natural lives.
7.7
I was suffocating in a borrowed Valentino gown at the Met Gala, but it wasn't the corset that was killing me. It was the debt collector, Vargo, stalking me through the crowd like a wolf.
Desperate to hide, I ducked into a private lounge and threw myself at the silhouette of a man sitting in the shadows, pressing my lips to his in a frantic plea for cover. When I pulled back, the air turned to ice; I was staring into the ocean-blue eyes of Kingsley Osborn, the billionaire who believed I’d sold his company secrets six years ago.
Kingsley didn’t save me; he trapped me. The next morning, he slid a "Marriage Service Agreement" across his desk, revealing he knew everything about my father’s illegal Ponzi scheme and the quarter-million dollars I owed to loan sharks. He offered to pay my debts and protect my father, but only if I signed over two years of my life to be his trophy wife.
"I don't want your money, Cassidy. I want your life."
The marriage was a cold, calculated war. He forced me into his glass fortress, banned me from contacting my friends, and treated me with a distilled hatred that felt like a physical weight. When I accidentally broke his grandfather’s vintage watch during a nightmare, he didn't see an accident—he saw a crime, threatening to destroy my father if I didn't "charm" his board of directors into submission.
I was a prisoner in a three-piece suit, until I found a mislabeled file buried in his company’s server. It contained evidence of a massive, illegal hostile takeover that would ruin Kingsley if the Feds ever saw it.
I held the gun that could destroy the man who had cornered me. But as I looked at the champagne roses he’d secretly kept from my "peace offering," I realized I didn't want to pull the trigger. I wanted to see how far he’d go to keep me from leaving.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
9.1
For three years, June played the perfect, submissive wife to billionaire Augustus Pruitt, hoping a child would finally warm his cold heart and secure their marriage.
But when she cautiously suggested they have a baby, he looked at her with pure, unfiltered disgust.
"A woman who schemes her way into a marriage doesn't get to carry my blood."
He sneered, leaving immediately to lavish his mistress with diamonds. The nightmare only escalated from there. Augustus bought the one painting June desperately wanted—a piece she had secretly created herself—just to gift it to his mistress. He publicly outbid June at the gallery, mocking her lack of wealth, and left her to collapse in the freezing rain. When the storm gave her a severe 104-degree fever and she nearly died on their staircase, he didn't even stay by her hospital bed. Instead, he sent an assistant with a box of jewelry to buy her silence, then forced her to attend a family dinner where his mother and sister viciously mocked her barren womb and background.
Looking at Augustus, who sat there casually cutting his steak while his family tore her apart, the last flicker of hope in June's chest sputtered and died.
She finally understood that her three years of bleeding devotion were nothing but a pathetic joke to them.
She dropped her silverware, the sharp clatter silencing the entire room. She wasn't going to be their punching bag anymore. It was time to finalize the divorce papers, reclaim her hidden identity as the world-renowned artist 'mr.sun', and make them all regret it.
8.5
Series One:
On her wedding day, Isabella Hernando stared into the mirror and wondered-
how could she possibly marry someone she barely remembered?
Miguel Martez, the man she was arranged to wed, was only a childhood friend who had long since disappeared.
But just before the ceremony was about to begin, Miguel vanished without a trace.
To save the family's reputation, Maximilian Martez, his elder brother, was forced to take his place at the altar-
without anyone knowing, not even the bride herself.
But when Isabella finally stood before the man,
she was shocked.
That face, those eyes... that voice...
Series Two:
Adeline Martez is a quiet, introverted girl who grew up cherished and spoiled by her parents. Marriage was never something she worried about-until the day her parents announced her arranged match.
Her groom-to-be?
Jason Castello-the man she despised most.
Her senior.
Her tormentor.
The shameless bully who had made her school days miserable.
Adeline fought with everything she had to escape the engagement.
But the harder she pushed him away, the tighter Jason held on.
One stubborn cat.
One relentless dog.
When hatred sparks, tempers clash, and neither is willing to surrender-
how does a battlefield turn into a marriage?
7.9
On my wedding day, my fiancé Connor received an urgent phone call.
He told me a D-list actress had broken her leg on set, then abandoned me right at the altar.
In my past life, I cried until my throat bled, begging him not to leave.
But my tears only brought endless humiliation. My mother and adopted sister mocked me, framed me, and forged my signature to steal my multi-million dollar trust fund.
They kicked me out of the family estate without a single dime.
I ended up freezing to death in the minus-twenty-degree New York blizzard, listening to my mother's voicemail telling me to die in the street as long as I didn't bleed on her carpets.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my own blood relatives hated me so much, yet treated an adopted daughter like a precious princess.
The only person who showed me any mercy—draping his wool coat over my frozen corpse and giving me a proper burial—was Connor's ruthless, untouchable uncle, Harding Snow.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in the bridal suite, right as Connor was rushing out the door.
This time, I didn't shed a single tear.
I let him run to his actress, then walked straight into the VIP room to face the most feared billionaire on Wall Street.
"The wedding proceeds as planned, but the groom's name changes to yours."