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 4
Seraphine's POV
I expected rocky grounds and dusty walls, typical of caves in the northern mountains. But his den was nothing as I had imagined.
The surprise in my eyes seemed to amuse him.
"A moment. I'll get you something to soothe the burn."
On our way up the trail, he had handpicked a few leaves from the entrance and squeezed them in his hand until they turned a pasty mix. He had then applied it to my injuries, my stomach, and then to my forehead. And almost like magic, a cooling sensation washed over me, and my wounds stung no longer.
Until the paste turned hot on my skin.
All I could do was nod as my back hit warm sheets.
What he said... about claiming me and pup. I was incredibly confused about why Fael's uncle, a banished tyrant, would say that to me. Did... did he perhaps have plans to subjugate me to slavery here in his den?
No Seraphine. You need to get out of here.
I could barely place my feet on the ground when he came back. Carrying a ceramic bowl in his palm.
"Leaving so soon?"
I swallowed.
"Don't...don't come close to me until you tell me what you really want with me, and my baby." My hand immediately moved to my stomach. "Because I would die before I let you-"
"Harm the pup?"
"Y-yes."
He placed the bowl on a stool beside us. His movements were too gentle for an Alpha.
"I watched my nephew nearly sink his claws into your womb because he was convinced that you were carrying a bastard. And then he rejected you, throwing you out even though you were bleeding, leaving you for dead. If I wanted to harm you or your unborn, I would have."
"How... how did you-"
"I'm a good hacker." He shrugged.
And I instantly knew that he was likely referring to the surveillance stones in our pack. Right. He was going to be Alpha before he was banished anyway, of course, he would have found a way to have access.
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"Because we've both been wronged by people we've loved. Because we both deserve second chances. I found mine, here in the north, in my den, forming a pack of my own. I want to give you a chance to find yours."
I sat up a little, and he moved to place an arm under my back, but I refused. He had red in his eyes, the sign of a feral wolf. A half-beast in a sense. He could wake up in the moonlight and rip me apart.
"How can I trust you, Darius?"
"If you want me to swear an oath to you, I will."
Was he even willing to swear an oath?
There has to be more to this.
"Why me, though...I mean. I'm not the only wronged she-wolf out there."
"Because you're special."
I blinked.
"Because I'm special? Or because I'm the ex-mate of the nephew you're feuding with?"
Something in this man's eyes carried so many secrets.
"From the very first day you were given to my nephew, I wanted to take you instead."
"W-why?"
"You'll know someday. I promise. But right now, I think you should take a chance on me. You've been told stories about me, about the north. Allow me to rewrite those notions."
It all still didn't make sense. Even if he had some hidden agenda, it wouldn't be beneficial in any way.
"Swear the oath first. Let me be sure that you wouldn't turn me into a... bed warmer the moment you claim me."
His hand raised above my head, and I flinched. But no hit came, his fingers merely threaded through my hair, soothing my scalp.
"Smart girl."
I...I had never been called smart before.
-[NIGHTFALL]-
A drop of his blood rested on my forehead. A white dress had been provided for me, a 'kikh' they called it. And a part of my stomach had been bare. And his blood was smeared over it.
Darius had solidified his oath to me and my pup.
At a point, I doubted my own eyes.
What was he even doing?
Swearing an oath to an omega whom he could easily trample under his feet?
He had told me that he needed a Luna.
But it still didn't feel like that was why he saved me.
"Your finger," he murmured.
I accidentally wiggled my thumb in his direction. He nearly dropped the lamp on the ground, laughing so hard.
"Your ring finger."
He laughed.
Had he found me funny?
Was someone capable of finding me funny?
I gave him my ring finger, feeling slightly dazed from all of this.
I had gotten married under the moonlight, on the night of what should have been the celebration of my second anniversary with Fael.
So much had happened in a single night.
I watched as he slid a jade diamond ring on my finger, sliding a replica of it on his.
When I had wedded Fael, he had given me a plastic ring, despite all his wealth.
I thought maybe I would earn something better during the anniversaries, if I did well.
"It's done."
"Mm... just like that?"
He nodded.
"So... we're married...then?"
He nodded again. Gathering the items that sat between us.
"Where would you like the mark? Somewhere hidden or...?"
"I thought Alphas decided."
"It's your body, the decision is yours."
I stuttered so badly I turned crimson, choosing to settle for my neck.
"Everyone would see it..." I murmured as he came closer.
"That is the whole point of this. I want everyone to know whose Luna you'll be, and who the father of your pup will be."
These words were foreign to my ears. And I found myself hoping against all odds that this wasn't a deception.
"Is this the part where I thank you and vow to be loyal?"
His teeth sank into my neck, and the moment they drew blood, I felt a slightly aphrodisiacal sensation wash over me.
"This is the part where I set my sights on proving myself worthy enough to win your loyalty."
A slight movement in my stomach startled me so bad that I stood. Drop dripping down the two small holes on my neck.
My lips parted as I felt my pup stir at just a week old.
This was impossible.
"No way..."
He stood to his feet. Looking around, alarmed.
"Is something wrong? What happened?"
I grabbed his hand instinctively and placed it on my stomach. In no less than a second did I feel the stir again.
"What was th-"
"Impossible." I gasped. "The baby...the baby has accepted your imprint."
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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.