Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By His Uncle
Fael rejected Seraphine's bond and left her bleeding in the rain. She should have died that night. Instead, she was saved by Darius Varyn, Fael's banished uncle and sworn enemy. In the forbidden North, Darius offered her something Fael never did: acceptance, protection, and a chance to be the Luna she was always meant to be.
Six years later, Seraphina has built a life with Darius and raised her son, Aurelian, in peace. Until Fael returns with a devastating prophecy. Forced to return to the place of her greatest trauma, Seraphina must navigate political schemes, a mistress bent on destroying her, and two Alphas fighting for the throne. But when a shocking truth about Aurelian's bloodline is revealed, and a piece of her past comes back for her, the tides grow thicker.
And when her power awakens, the prey becomes the predator.
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Chapter 2
Seraphine's POV
The pack doctor held the glowing moonstone before my eyes.
I hadn't believed him. It was simply too good to be true.
But now, looking at the transparent stone, pulsing with a bright light at the tip, it was all the confirmation I needed.
I hadn't been poisoned. I was pregnant.
The doctor's voice was soft, almost reverent.
"H-how..." My voice was thick with emotion. "How far along am I?"
"One week, Luna."
One week.
I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach, as if I could already feel the spark that had taken root the last time Fael had shared himself with me.
That night, had made a baby.
Two years ago today, Fael had carried me over the threshold of this house, the pack howling outside, the mating mark fresh and burning on my neck. I had worn white, and my father had been pardoned of all he owed.
Two years, and I had spent every single day waiting for him to look at me the way an Alpha looks at his Luna. Instead, he looked through me, past me, into the bodies of every she-wolf who could give him things I couldn't.
Until now.
This pup would change everything.
He would have to claim me publicly. He would have to crown me. He would have to wash the blood and tears from my skin after my heats, because the heir growing inside me would be his.
He would have to love me.
I closed my eyes and let the moonstone's glow paint the inside of my lids silver.
The doctor wrapped it carefully in velvet.
"You must tell him soon, Luna. An Alpha senses these things eventually."
I planned to.
I would walk into the pack hall tonight with every ranking wolf in attendance, and I would place Fael's palm over the place where his child slept. I would watch the shock turn to pride and devotion.
He would fall to his knees this time.
He would beg me to forgive him for the sake of our unborn little one.
And I would let him.
Because this pup was proof that the Moon had not abandoned me after all.
"Doctor Cuwan." I grinned so hard it almost hurt. "Don't tell anyone about this. Please, I... I want to surprise him."
He bowed.
My eyes widened for a fraction of a second.
No one here has ever bowed to me before today.
"As you command, Luna."
{THREE HOURS LATER}
Fael wasn't here yet.
There was some political squabble going on, and the staff said he was still in talks with the other Alphas.
I was pacing around our bedroom, hand on my stomach.
The table had been set for our anniversary celebrations.
Candlelight. Wine and food.
"Maybe I should go to him?"
I asked no one in particular.
"But he never likes me present during his meetings."
My wolf purred lightly. She was ecstatic and eager for our mate to hear the good news.
Enough waiting around, Seraphine.
If Fael wouldn't come to you, go to him.
"Excuse me," I waved to his Beta, Anton. "Is Fael in?"
He grumbled with a gruff snort.
"The Alpha is indisposed at the moment."
I held onto the basket of moon cakes I had baked and brought.
"He's been in there for quite a while. I brought some food for him."
Anton crossed his arms.
"The Alpha is well fed and not hungry. Liora has made sure of that."
My eyes narrowed, and I had to purse my lips together to avoid saying something that could get me punished.
"B-but Beta Anton, please, just let me in. It'll only be a minute."
He shook his head, standing firm.
I attempted to bypass him, but no sooner had I tried when I found myself crumpled to the ground, my cheek pressed against the cold stone. The basket broke, and the cakes I had so dutifully baked scattered across the ground.
"Anton!"
I screamed, pounding my small fist against the ground.
Don't cry in front of him, Seraphine, don't. Everyone knew Anton was a big meanie, especially to me.
"Scram, weakling. Or I'll rid Fael of you, permanently."
Something in me was triggered, and I found myself holding onto Anton's collar, yelling hysterically, and trying to push him out of the way.
"I am your Luna! You will respect me!"
He laughed mockingly, and I felt my eyes sting.
Still, I didn't give up.
"Luna? More like a recipe for ruin."
I didn't budge. I kept trying to push him away, and he let me, until he had had enough.
Anton shoved me aside, and I stumbled, my head knocking against the wall.
Just as I was about to tumble to the ground again, the door opened, and in a quick blur, Fael stood behind me.
"Anton. What are you doing?"
His eyes were narrowed. Angry, even.
I felt a flutter of hope in my stomach.
"Disciplining the omega, cousin. She was doing too much, yelling, causing a scene, and insisting on seeing you-"
"Enough."
Anton stayed silent, bowing without remorse, a snarky smirk still painted across his lips. But I didn't care. Fael had defended me, for the first time in forever. Maybe he could already sniff out our little one? His senses were sharp after all.
"Fael..."
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the corridor. Out of earshot or eyesight from the other wolves.
"What is it, Seraphine? You know I don't want you anywhere around the pack hall during political meetings."
I nodded and grabbed onto his shoulders.
"I know, I know... but, but it was an emergency."
His eyes lit up.
"Did... Did you finally..." His tone rose slightly, his fingers crawled under my dress. But then light in his eyes receded.
"I still feel no sign of your body's welcome."
I shook my head, rambling.
"No, that's, that's not it. You see, when you left, I felt this... internal pain, and I assumed it was another involuntary shift, but then it felt different in a way. My stomach felt fuzzy, like water was flowing inside it, but around a huge stream... no, that's not right. Like, the stream was blocked by a stone, and I coughed up this gooey whitish-"
"You have three seconds to go straight to the point, Seraphine."
I inhaled deeply. Grabbing his palm, I placed it on my stomach.
"I'm pregnant, Fael."
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8.4
Seraphina died betrayed. She perished in flames-poisoned by Darius, the fated mate she'd foolishly loved. Her childhood sweetheart, who sacrificed her only to save his mistress.
Reborn five years earlier, Seraphina vows: Never again. No more submissions. No more suffering his cruelty. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny - then she meets Kairos.
The Untamed Alpha King who loathes the mate bond after his own betrayal. Her second-chance mate - a bond that will kill her if she rejects it.
Now, caught between Kairos' relentless pursuit and Darius' desperate attempts to reclaim her, Seraphina faces an impossible choice:
Drown the world in vengeance... or risk her shattered heart on the mate who could either heal her scars or destroy her completely?
7.1
I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
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.
9.6
18+ Reader Advisory:
This story contains mature themes and content intended strictly for adult readers.
From Chapter Nine onward, there is no turning back.
If you choose to continue, you do so at your own discretion.
Freya loved him for ten years... only to discover he had been sharing her bed with her sister. Heartbroken and betrayed, she walked away, leaving her title as Luna behind.
But freedom was a lie... her parents sold her to the Lone Wolf, a man feared, cursed, and utterly dangerous.
He is possession... demanding, intoxicating, and impossible to resist. Every touch, and every heated glance ignites her, but when he discovers she holds the key to breaking his curse, his desire turns darker, and more consuming.
She is no longer just temptation... she is necessity, and he will not let her go.
She hates him... yet a part of her aches for him, drawn to the man beneath the beast.
What will happen when the man cursed with emptiness and eternal loneliness discovers the woman who could break his curse?"
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
9.8
I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together.
"Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage.
Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets.
As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore.
I never fought back. I just let them destroy me.
Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations.
The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began.
The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far.