Rejected by Royal Mate

On the eve of our mark ceremony, the Lycan Prince suddenly announced a change in his chosen Luna. My sister, Lexi, stood before me in the ceremonial gown meant for me, her expression unapologetic. "Opportunities and status are earned, not given," she said coolly. "You lost to me. Accept it." Just like that, I became my father's discarded daughter. To silence the rumors circulating in the pack, my father hastily arranged for me to be mated to a low-ranking Omega from a distant, impoverished family. My mate, Archie Lane, was an Omega with nothing to his name but his intelligence and a blind grandmother to care for. --- At the Come of Age Ceremony hosted by the Lycan Queen, a drunken Delta was found slumped behind a garden hedge, my missing necklace clutched in his hand. When he was roused and questioned, he boldly claimed it was a token of affection I had given him. Such a scandal could have been handled discreetly to protect my reputation, especially since the Lycan Queen was to be my future mother-in-law.

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Chapter 2

For the first time, Yousef Webb didn’t accompany me out of the Crimson Fang Pack’s territory.

His beta, Kendrick Palmer, approached me with an apology. “The Luna has requested Alpha Yousef’s presence for an urgent matter. He regrets he cannot see you off today.”

“It’s fine,” I replied, though the scent of blooming roses in the garden felt suffocating, making my words come out strained and heavy.

My pack member, Lexi, grumbled under her breath beside me. “What’s gotten into him? He always walks you to the border, sharing stories and making you laugh. Surely he doesn’t believe those rogue rumors about you!”

I suppressed the sting of her words and gave her a calm order. “When we get back to the Silver Moon Pack, gather all my unregistered jewelry and sell it on the black market. Convert it into something easily carried, like cash.”

Lexi’s eyes widened in shock. “Miss, why would you do that?”

I massaged my throbbing temples, staring blankly at the fading sunlight outside the car window. “Just do as I say.”

I had always been treated with respect, thanks to my grandfather, the former Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. Even when the Lycan Princess tried to provoke me, the Lycan King had always intervened on my behalf. Something must be seriously wrong for Yousef and the Luna to disregard my reputation so blatantly. I needed to prepare for the worst.

Lexi nudged me awake from my light doze, her voice bright with relief. “Miss, Alpha Yousef is following us! I knew he wouldn’t believe those rumors about you!”

I told the driver to stop the car, and Yousef pulled up behind us on his motorcycle. We stood at a distance, the space between us feeling like an uncrossable chasm. When I stepped forward, he backed away; when I retreated, he closed the gap. The overwhelming sadness brought tears to my eyes, but I swallowed my accusations.

We had grown up together, inseparable for seventeen years. I had always known he was my destined mate, and I had given him my trust and loyalty without hesitation. His sudden change left me reeling. I didn’t understand why, but I knew something significant must have happened.

I dismissed my entourage and approached him. “Alpha Yousef, don’t you have anything to say to me?”

He sat on his motorcycle, gripping the handles, his voice icy. “No.”

I hesitated, my chest tightening. “Even if we set aside the mate bond, we’ve been friends for years. I’ve always been honest with you. Have you ever been honest with me?”

He remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on me. As the last rays of the sun disappeared and the sky turned indigo, he revved his engine and turned away, his back cold and aloof.

“Go home,” he said before riding off into the night.

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The guards' grip on my arms was iron-tight as they dragged me across the pristine marble floors of Diamond Crest territory. My boots—caked with mud and blood from the rogue skirmish—left dirty tracks in my wake. The scent of pine and earth that clung to me after days in the borderlands seemed to offend every wolf we passed. "Could you walk faster?" The guard on my right—a broad-shouldered man with a scar above his eyebrow—yanked me forward. "You're embarrassing us." I spat a mouthful of blood onto the polished floor. "Sorry to inconvenience you with my existence." The left guard—younger, with nervous eyes—shifted uncomfortably. "Margo, please. Alpha Harlan said to bring you straight to the holding—I mean, guest room." "Holding cell," I corrected, twisting my arm free. "Just say it. We all know what this is." They shoved me through a door that looked like it belonged in a high-end hotel suite.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.4

He Abandoned Me for His Fragile Human Mate

9.4

I smoothed down the silk fabric of my dress for the third time, my fingers trembling slightly. The grand hall of the Silver Moon Pack house buzzed with anticipation, every wolf dressed in their finest to welcome home our golden boy. My golden boy. Lennox had been gone for eight months on that European border mission, and every single day felt like an eternity. But tonight, he was finally coming home. Tonight, in front of our entire pack, he would formally propose our chosen mate ceremony. My father had hinted as much last week, that proud smile on his face when he'd squeezed my shoulder. "You look beautiful, Princess," my brother Marcus murmured beside me, his future-Alpha aura radiating calm confidence. Gabriel stood on my other side, arms crossed, scanning the crowd with his Gamma instincts already sharp. "He's late," I whispered, hating how my voice wavered.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.7

He Was Mine, Until the Hotel Night

8.7

Betrayed. Murdered. Reborn. I was the perfect Luna-to-be—until my Alpha fiancé and my best friend shoved me off a balcony. Now I’m back, one week before my death, armed with the truth and a hunger for revenge. I’ll play the sweet, innocent bride everyone expects, all while setting traps they’ll never see coming. Every smile hides a blade, every toast a warning. This time, I’m not here to survive. I’m here to win—and when I’m done, they’ll wish they’d never touched me.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.1

His Untamed Prey: The Reborn Heiress

7.1

I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back. But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck. He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain. This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death. "Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears." The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her? I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

8.0

My Guardian's Kiss, A Bitter Sweet Goodbye

8.0

For ten years, I lived with my guardian, Cole, secretly loving him. He was my late brother's best friend, the man I had worshipped since I was eight. On my eighteenth birthday, I confessed my love with a painting. He ripped it to shreds, roaring, "I am your guardian, for God's sake!" He called my love a pathetic fantasy. Two months later, he was engaged. He forgot I had a deadly allergy to the mango dessert his fiancée offered me. Then, one night, he stumbled home drunk, pinned me to my bed, and kissed me while murmuring his fiancée's name. The next morning, he looked at me with disgust. "What are you doing in my bed, Cora?" My world shattered. The man who had spoiled me rotten, who promised to protect me forever, now saw me as disgusting and delusional. My decade of devotion had only burned me. But his cruelty was the final push I needed. I accepted a full scholarship to Juilliard, a one-way ticket out. On his birthday, I packed my bags, deleted his number, and walked out of his life forever. I would never look back.

Fantasy Romance

8.5

Reborn To Ruin My Traitorous Ex-Fiancé

8.5

Sera was the obedient, spoiled Hollywood socialite of the Beaumont family, completely devoted to her fiancé, Ethan. But her life ended in a freezing Eastern European warehouse, chained to a damp concrete floor. Right before she died, her captors shoved the transfer documents in her face. Ethan had sold her to human traffickers to cover his massive underground gambling debts. While she suffered in absolute hell, her adoptive mother went on national television. She squeezed out fake tears, publicly framing Sera for stealing family funds and eloping with a secret lover. Sera's reputation was completely destroyed, and she was left to die a miserable, agonizing death in the dark. She didn't understand why her family treated her like a disposable piece of trash. She understood even less how the man who promised to marry her could hand her over to monsters without a second thought. When she opened her eyes again, the biting cold and heavy iron chains were gone. She was back five years in the past. She was lying on a hotel bed, her limbs heavy with date-rape drugs, while a predatory Hollywood director hovered inches from her face. It was the exact "exclusive audition" Ethan had arranged to exploit her for the very first time. Sera didn't scream. With lethal, practiced precision, she shattered the director's wrist and brought a heavy crystal ashtray down on his skull. The bleeding man collapsed onto the carpet and whimpered. "Ethan promised... he said you'd be compliant..." Staring at his pathetic face, a cold, predatory smile stretched across Sera's lips. This time, she was going to systematically dismantle their lives.

Fantasy Modern Romance

Rejected by Royal Mate

Chapter 2

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