Rejected By My Own Mate

Kaizen Hall On the day of my engagement, Freya Wells, my childhood friend, offered to visit the pack’s sacred grounds to pray for our union. But fate was cruel—she was abducted by rogues and taken to their territory, where she was forced to endure unspeakable horrors. To protect her reputation, I made the reckless decision to spread the rumor that it was Eloise Montgomery who had been taken. I even drugged her and left her in the rogues’ den, allowing her to be humiliated in front of everyone. Eloise was condemned, branded as promiscuous, and shamed by the pack. When she confronted me, I shielded Freya, my voice dripping with irritation. "If you hadn’t insisted on this engagement, Freya wouldn’t have been taken. This is your debt to her." In that moment, I saw the truth in her eyes—disappointment, pain, and a resolve I hadn’t noticed before. She walked away, and I felt a pang of something I couldn’t name. --- The Lycan King Maverick Graham sat in the dimly lit hall, his face half-shrouded in shadow.

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The day the alliance delegation arrived, the pack grounds were buzzing with activity. The Lycan King, Maverick Graham, had organized a grand mark ceremony to welcome them, and the place was packed.

As I entered the hall, I ran into Eloise Montgomery, accompanied by Freya Wells.

I glanced at Freya, her swollen belly unmistakable even under her loose clothing.

When Eloise saw me, she paused, and her brow furrowed almost instinctively.

“A disgraced Lycan Princess like you, showing up here to humiliate yourself?” she said, her voice sharp.

Freya clung to my arm, leaning into me as if to claim her territory.

She smirked, her tone dripping with mockery. “Indeed, Your Highness. Everyone knows your reputation is ruined. Aren’t you just here to embarrass yourself and disgrace the pack?”

She covered her mouth with her hand, laughing, her eyes filled with malice.

I stood silently, my lips pressed together, not saying a word.

I shot her a cold glare and slashed her cheek with my claws.

Freya let out a startled cry, clutching her face.

Eloise finally snapped to life, stepping in front of Freya.

“What the hell, Eloise?” she growled, her eyes wide with anger.

I retracted my claws, giving the two of them a dismissive look.

“It seems I’ve been too lenient with you both. Have you forgotten who I am?”

“Disrespecting a Lycan Princess—how many heads do you think you have to spare?”

Eloise seemed momentarily stunned, clearly not used to seeing me so harsh.

Ignoring Freya’s murderous glare, I turned and walked to another part of the hall.

I took the stage amidst the music and dancing.

Dressed in a vibrant red gown, I moved with grace, my hips swaying to the rhythm. The Lycan Prince from the Ryan Pack, my intended mate, was visibly entranced.

Eloise had only just rushed in with Freya when I began my performance.

But when she noticed me on stage, she froze, completely captivated, ignoring Freya’s attempts to get her attention.

As the dance ended, I took my seat with elegance.

Two pairs of intense eyes locked onto me.

One belonged to the Lycan Prince from the Ryan Pack, my betrothed, and the other to Eloise.

But I only met the Lycan Prince’s gaze.

Maverick Graham, the Lycan King, seemed to notice the exchange and chuckled heartily.

“Prince Jase, are you pleased with the performance?” he asked.

The Lycan Prince smiled. “Very much so. But more than the dance, I admire the dancer.”

He continued, “I have a bold request, Your Majesty. Would you consider granting me this woman’s hand?”

Before the Lycan King could respond, a voice cut in sharply, “No.”

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When my mate’s widowed sister-in-law moved into our pack, Stephen presented me with a rejection letter while I was three months pregnant. “Marley’s pup is still young,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Without someone to care for her, she’ll be vulnerable to the cruelty of others. As her brother-in-law, I can’t turn a blind eye.” I didn’t argue. Instead, I nodded quietly and accepted. Stephen’s relief was palpable. That very night, he slipped into Marley’s room. The sounds of their intimacy—her soft moans, the creak of the bed—echoed through the packhouse until dawn. I sat alone outside, the cold biting into my skin, until the first light of morning. Then, I instructed Nori to prepare a cup of wolfsbane tea.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

8.1

The phone slipped from Cole's hand as he stepped out of the shower, landing face-up on the bathroom counter with a soft thud. Steam still clung to the mirror, and I could hear him humming—actually humming—something I hadn't heard in the months I'd been living in this isolated pack house. I shouldn't have looked. I knew that even as my fingers reached for the device, drawn by an inexplicable pull I couldn't name. The screen had lit up from the impact, displaying a video thumbnail that made my breath catch in my throat. It was me. But not me as I knew myself now—this version of me was radiant, laughing, wearing a white dress that seemed to shimmer in moonlight. A man's hands—Cole's hands—were gently lifting my chin, and even in the blurry preview, I could see the tender way he looked at me. Like I was precious. Like I was...

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.7

My mate exploded herself after betraying me

8.7

Mark, a werewolf , is reborn to relive the day his mate Natalie betrays him. In both lives, Natalie schemes with her ex Lucian to make Lucian's son her heir, ignoring Mark's twins. She frames Mark, abuses him, and lets their pups die. Mark begs for mercy, but Natalie, blinded by Lucian's lies, kills Mark's father and locks Mark and the pups in a basement to die. After Mark's death, Natalie discovers Lucian's fraud and that her pups needed ICU. Consumed by guilt, she kills Lucian and herself in a fiery explosion.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.6

Rejected Mate's New Life

9.6

The grand hall of the Shadowmoon Pack house hummed with activity as I made my entrance, my hand resting in the crook of Vincent's arm. His touch, once electric, sent the familiar warmth through my body that I'd felt for five years. My wolf, Emma, purred contentedly within me, secure in our bond with our Alpha mate. "Luna Isabella." The pack members bowed their heads as we passed, their submission flowing toward me in waves. I smiled warmly, channeling the Luna aura that had become second nature. "You look beautiful tonight," Vincent whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "Every Alpha in the territory will envy me." I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. After five years, his compliments still affected me like the first day he'd claimed me as his mate. I smoothed down the midnight blue gown that complemented his dark suit, the fabric cool against my fingertips. "Thank you, my Alpha," I replied, the words honeyed with affection.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.3

Rejected, Then Chosen

8.3

The ceremonial grounds were never meant to hold this many wolves. Bodies pressed close—pack members, visiting dignitaries, allies from neighboring territories—all gathered under strings of lights that turned the autumn evening into something almost festive. I stood near the back, tucked between two oak trees, my fingers worrying the copper-stone bracelet on my wrist. The metal was warm from my nervous touch. Atlas stood on the high platform, backlit by torches, every inch the Alpha he'd been born to be. Broad shoulders, commanding presence, eyes that could cut through stone. My wolf Aria stirred inside me for the first time in days, a flutter of recognition that made my breath catch. Mate, she whispered, the word carrying three years of waiting. I'd worn my best dress—deep green, because Atlas once said it brought out the amber in my eyes. The fabric felt too tight now, constricting around my ribs as I watched him survey the crowd.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.7

Second Chance Mate

8.7

Leticia Olsen's POV: How did I get here? How did I turn from the happiest woman in the world to this pathetic, weepy loser whose mother walk on eggshells around? My mate paired with me by the moon goddess has broken me just like his mother and and an outlander who's living with them has wished, the outlander manipulating them. I have become a self-hating, anger-driven idiot in an all out war for a man I was mated to. I see pieces of myself on the shards of the broken mirror on the floor. I can barely recognize the pieces of this wolf looking back at me. Aaron Turner has ruined me. Aaron Turner has broken me. He was my mate. My world. My Alpha. Was. I am obsessed with him. I gave him my soul. I gave him my body, my spirit, my wolf and it turns out, I'm not even family. I'm something to be discarded at will. I should have been something more. So much more. Aaron's POV: Leticia... I'm sorry. It's all my fault. It's all my fault...

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected By My Own Mate

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