Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

I seduced a mated werewolf. I schemed and plotted to make him reject his mate and bond with me. Everyone called me shameless for breaking their mate bond. But only his mate secretly rejoiced, because she was the one who paid me to do it. After it was all done, she confronted me angrily. “I only asked you to separate us, not to bond with him! Why are you digging your own grave?” *** Francisco’s mate, Arielle Bennett—no, now she’s his rejected mate—shoved a wad of cash toward me, her voice edged with hysteria. “Why did you actually bond with him? He’s a monster, a devil—didn’t you get it?” “I told you to split us up and leave the pack after you were done. Why did you go and get marked?” I looked at her, her eyes slightly red with emotion, and spoke calmly.

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After it was all done, she confronted me angrily.

“I only asked you to separate us, not to bond with him! Why are you digging your own grave?”

***

Francisco’s mate, Arielle Bennett—no, now she’s his rejected mate—shoved a wad of cash toward me, her voice edged with hysteria. “Why did you actually bond with him? He’s a monster, a devil—didn’t you get it?”

“I told you to split us up and leave the pack after you were done. Why did you go and get marked?”

I looked at her, her eyes slightly red with emotion, and spoke calmly. “Because I fell for him. Over time, love blossomed. Now he’s my mate. Since you two are no longer bonded, he’s mine now.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she took off her coat and scarf. Her left cheek was swollen, the corner of her mouth split, and there was a patch of missing hair, exposing raw skin.

She pointed at her face, furious. “He did this the night before he rejected me. He warned me to keep my mouth shut afterward, saying even if we were no longer mates, he wouldn’t spare me if I spoke against him.”

Then she laughed, a wild edge to it. “This is the last time he’ll lay a finger on me. You knew, you knew exactly why I hired you—to help me get rid of him for good. Why did you bond with him?”

Arielle wasn’t finished. She even started to undress in front of me. Her back was a map of bruises, not an inch spared. Her chest bore burn marks, still raw.

Old scars layered with new ones. She had shown me once when we first met, and now there were many more wounds.

I turned my gaze away, speaking firmly. “Enough, Arielle. Stay away now that you’re rejected! Don’t badmouth my mate, and stop showing up to cause trouble.”

“Why does he only beat you, not others? In the six months we’ve been bonded, he hasn’t laid a finger on me! Stop trying to drive a wedge between us.”

She couldn’t hold back any longer and stormed out, pulling on her clothes as she went.

“He’s fooling you. You’ll regret this! You’ll regret it!”

I watched her angry figure disappear into the distance. Perfect, that’s exactly how a rejected mate should act toward the new one.

Stay away, Arielle. Don’t come back.

I pulled out the mate bond certificate from my bag. I’ve waited for this moment for so long.

Francisco, we’re finally officially bonded now.

How could I ever regret this?

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The familiar scent of pine and mountain air should have brought me comfort as I approached the Silvermoon Pack territory, but instead, it felt foreign—tainted by something I couldn't quite identify. Four years. Four long years of needles piercing my veins, of watching my blood flow into tubes that would keep the Lycan Queen alive, of growing weaker with each passing moon while my wolf Jasper whispered encouragement in the depths of my soul. Now I was home. The pack guards at the border didn't rush forward with welcoming howls as I'd imagined during countless sleepless nights at the Royal Court. Instead, they emerged from the shadows with cautious steps, their eyes narrowing as they took in my appearance. I caught my reflection in one guard's silver badge—pale skin stretched thin over sharp cheekbones, dark circles beneath eyes that had once sparkled with Luna authority, hair that hung limp instead of flowing with the vitality of a pack leader's mate. "State your business," the larger guard commanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his ceremonial blade. The words hit me like a physical blow. State my business?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.9

After My Mate Killed My Father, I Found a King

7.9

The border patrol was supposed to be routine. Just another evening of securing our territory, making sure no rogues dared cross into Silver Lake Pack lands. I walked alongside my father, his presence a comforting constant in my life. Even in his advanced years, his steps were steady, his eyes sharp. The former Beta's instincts were still razor-edge. "Stay alert, Emily," he murmured, his gaze scanning the treeline. "Something feels off tonight." I nodded, inhaling deeply. The forest usually smelled of pine and earth, but tonight there was something else—something feral and wrong. Then I saw them. Yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness, at least seven rogues emerging from the shadows.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.4

My Alpha Chose Her Instead

8.4

I have lived in the Silverpine Pack my entire life. I know the smell of the pine forests after rain, the sound of the pack house settling at night, the exact weight of Kian Mitchell's hand on the small of my back when he guides me through a crowded room. I know all of it the way you know your own heartbeat — without thinking, without questioning, because it has always been there. Twenty years. That is how long Kian and I have been whatever we are to each other. The pack stopped needing a word for it a long time ago. Everyone simply knew. I am Jocelyn Williamson. I am twenty-six years old, a mid-rank she-wolf of Silverpine, and for as long as I can remember, my place in this pack has been defined by one thing above all else: I am Kian's. I believed that completely.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.0

My Cheating Amnesic Idol Mate

9.0

I pulled out my ring and held it in front of him. "I'm calling off our engagement. I won't - won't marry a cheating bastard like you. You can live happily ever after with someone else, like Blair Anderson. Smile, Jayden - you're finally getting rid of me, may you live happily ever after with your dear girlfriend." I said with a fake smile and cold eyes. "Oh, and before I forget, I, Ashley Van Smith, of the Red Moon Pack, reject Jayden Ronan Keller, of the Crimson Pack, as my mate and fiancé, we are hereby no longer related." ******************************************** In which Ashley Van Smith and Jayden Ronan Keller are mated and engaged. Because of the arranged marriage made by their parents. Problems arise when Ashley finds out that Jayden is involved in an unfaithful relationship. Ashley never thought that she would be in a relationship with a cheater. So she wants to end this engagement because he cheated on her, but fate decides to intervene and Jayden suffers from amnesia that only she seems to be able to deal with. Ashley, despite not having deep feelings for him, feels there is still a bond between them and has a sense of responsibility to help recover his memory and guide him through his difficult times. In the midst of her efforts to help Jayden recover, Ashley is faced with a difficult decision. Will she stay by his side and help him through this difficult time, even though Jayden is in love with someone else? Or should Ashley simply let Jayden go?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.9

My Mate Put Me in Chains

7.9

I gasped awake, my lungs burning as if I'd been underwater. The world came into focus with a clarity I hadn't experienced in years—sharper, brighter, more real than the soft-edged dreamscape I'd been living in. My heart hammered against my ribs as something wild and familiar stirred inside me. 'About time,' Mist's voice growled, filling my mind with a presence so strong it made me dizzy. 'I'm here, Liliana. I'm finally here.' My wolf. My Mist. The part of me that had been missing for three years was suddenly, violently awake, and with her came a flood of memories—not the gentle, childlike ones I'd been living with, but the real ones. The Mate Ceremony. The ambush.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.7

Sold To The Shadow King: Reborn Revenge

7.7

My husband, Hansford Burris, told me tonight was the most important night of his campaign. He handed me a glass of champagne, his face a perfect mask of concern, telling me to drink up so I could relax before meeting the "Shadow King" of D.C. who could secure his political future. I didn't know the golden liquid was laced with a high-dose sedative and hallucinogens. He hadn't brought me to this luxury hotel to celebrate; he had brought me here to be sold, trading my body to a stranger in exchange for a seat of power. In my past life, I trusted him. I drank the poison, woke up shattered, and spent the next five years being tormented by his abusive mother and publicly replaced by his mistress. I was eventually cornered and murdered by the very man I had supported with my family’s fortune, my death staged as a tragic accident to gain him sympathy votes. To him, I wasn't a wife or a partner. I was just an "asset" with a shelf life, a merchant’s good to be traded away. As the life left my body, I couldn't understand how the man who promised to love me forever could watch me choke without a hint of regret. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the St. Regis Hotel on October 14th, exactly five years ago. Hansford was standing there in his polished Armani suit, extending the same glass of drugged champagne toward me. "Gina, darling? Are you alright? Here. Drink this. It will help you relax." Looking at his handsome, lying face, I felt a cold clarity wash over me. I wasn't the naive rabbit he remembered. I took the glass, but I didn't swallow a single drop. This time, I was going to burn his world to the ground.

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