Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

On Thanksgiving, my mate suggested a night skiing trip, and along the way, we picked up his "blast from the past." What was meant to be a romantic getaway for two suddenly became an awkward trio. Sensing my frustration, Alpha Legacy Clark of the Silver Fang Pack tried to ease my mind with a smile, "Luna Estrella, don't overthink it. I'm just doing this as a favor for her brother." But Arabella Elliott, a rogue werewolf and a skiing novice, refused to hire an instructor and instead begged Legacy for lessons. Without hesitation, he started giving her private coaching. As expected, Arabella lost control and crashed into me, despite my pregnancy. Her ski pole pierced my abdomen, leaving me in a pool of blood, my life hanging by a thread. Meanwhile, Legacy didn't even glance my way, his focus entirely on comforting Arabella, who’d merely taken a minor spill. In that instant, I realized this mate bond was beyond saving. As I lay on the ground, feeling the blood drain from my body, Legacy was oblivious. His attention was solely on soothing the teary-eyed Arabella.

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The procedures had dragged on for nearly five hours. The pack healers had pulled me back from the brink. When I woke up a day later, the first thing I saw was Alpha Legacy sitting by my bed, his broad frame towering even in the chair. Noticing my gaze, he finally lifted his eyes from his phone.

"Luna, you're awake? Looking better than I expected," he remarked, his alpha tone carrying a hint of detachment. He dropped his attention back to his phone and continued, "Yesterday, the healer mentioned you almost got stabbed in a vital organ, life-threatening and all that. But I checked online, Estrella, and your condition isn't nearly as serious as they made it sound."

"According to the internet, you'll be walking out of here in three to five days. Then you can recover at the packhouse. I’ll hire an Omega to make chili for you every day," he added.

I tried to speak, but my lips were cracked, and my throat felt parched and scratchy. I tugged at his sleeve, hoping he'd get me some water, but he was absorbed in his "medical" research.

"The internet also says this won’t affect the pup. And if the pup isn’t going to turn out well, I’d rather have had it dealt with yesterday. Oh, and Estrella, you don’t know, but when I got the call last night, Arabella was having a nightmare. Her brother’s not coming back for Thanksgiving this year, and if I’m not there to look after her, what will I say to him?"

I couldn’t get a word in. Struggling, I reached for the glass on the bedside table, but the effort made my wound throb, and I broke into a cold sweat.

Alpha Legacy finally noticed, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "Luna, why are you being so difficult? I was just a bit late last night and didn’t sign the papers. Do you have to hurt yourself to get my attention?"

He handed me a steaming hot cup of water. "It’s too hot. Could you add some cold water?" I croaked, my voice weak. Alpha Legacy rolled his eyes. "Such a hassle."

Reluctantly, he put down his phone and went to get some cold water. With a bitter smile, I picked up his phone and took a quick glance. Arabella, the rogue werewolf who had been lingering around the packhouse, was sending him messages.

"Alpha Legacy darling, how could you say such things? Luna Estrella is still your mate, after all. Even if she’s pretending to be weak, it’s only because she cares about you. Unlike me, who doesn’t have anyone to look after me except you, even during the holidays."

I dared not check more of their conversation, knowing it would only be more humiliating. Just as I put the phone down, another message came through.

"By the way, I’m so sorry I hurt Luna Estrella. Please apologize to her for me. I can’t go in person; I’ve got a spa appointment."

When Alpha Legacy returned with the water, I had just placed the phone back. Reacting quickly, he snatched it up and shoved it into his pocket.

"Who said you could look at my phone? Don’t you know even between mates there should be some privacy?" His alpha tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.

Seeing the anger in his eyes, I felt the familiar sting of heartache, even though I was ready to let him go. Just then, Kaia, the pack healer, came in to check on me, her calm presence a stark contrast to Alpha Legacy’s agitation.

"Alpha Legacy, the Luna is still very weak. Please keep your voice down," she admonished, her tone respectful but firm.

Alpha Legacy glared at me, his anger barely restrained. Kaia took the glass and poured a perfectly tempered cup of water for me. Noticing my tears, she promptly set boundaries.

"Visiting hours are over. Alpha Legacy, please leave now," she said, and with that, he was gone from my room.

Kaia comforted me for a long time, her soothing words a balm to my aching heart. Only when I had calmed down did she tell me the truth—I had lost the pup in the accident the day before.

Instinctively, my hand moved to my belly, where I’d hoped for so long to nurture new life. Tears fell, but I quickly wiped them away. Perhaps it was for the best. After all, Alpha Legacy hadn’t wanted the pup anyway.

My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, a low, mournful sound that mirrored my own grief. But even she knew there was no point in clinging to something that was never meant to be.

As I lay there, the weight of the mate bond between us felt heavier than ever, like a chain that bound me to someone who no longer cared. And for the first time, I began to wonder if it was time to break it.

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I rushed through the corridors of the Pack House, my heart pounding against my ribs. The guards nodded respectfully as I passed, but their eyes held a pity I didn't understand. My mother had been imprisoned for three days now, accused of a crime I knew she couldn't have committed. Her fragile mind wouldn't allow her to harm anyone. "Please," I whispered to myself, "let him listen this time." I tracked Jaxxon's scent to his private office—the room where pack business was conducted, where decisions that shaped our lives were made. My mate, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, had been avoiding me since my mother's arrest. Today, I wouldn't let him escape. I didn't knock. The door swung open under my desperate push. The scent hit me first—vanilla and musk, arousal and betrayal mingling in the air.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.5

Alpha Rejected True Mate

9.5

The greenhouse was my sanctuary in a pack house that had never felt like home. Dawn hadn't yet broken when I slipped inside, the familiar scent of damp soil and blooming flowers wrapping around me like an embrace I'd long been denied elsewhere. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the watering can—a weakness I couldn't afford to show outside these glass walls. I focused on the white lilies, my favorites. Their pure petals reminded me of what I once was—hopeful, untainted. Before the mate bond that became my prison. "You're wilting too, aren't you?" I whispered to a drooping bloom, gently supporting its stem. My wolf, Luna, whimpered softly in the back of my mind. Once silver and strong, she now barely stirred, weakened by the sickness that had been consuming us both since I gave too much blood to save William three years ago. A sudden tremor ran through my bones, stronger than the usual morning weakness.

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9.1

An Omega's Price to Save Her Pack

9.1

The scent of fear and despair hung heavy in the air as the Alpha King's enforcers surrounded the Foster Pack’s estate. My sister, Solana Edwards, stood at the center of the chaos, her head held high, her defiance radiating like a storm. She had always despised what she called "dependent mates," those who relied on their Alpha’s protection. And today, her reckless words had doomed us all. At the pack gathering, she had mocked Luna Arya Hamilton, the Lycan Queen Mother, with her sharp tongue. "A true leader would never rely on her mate’s power to rule. A Luna is just a glorified dependent mate, clinging to her Alpha’s authority." Her words, dripping with disdain, had reached the ears of the Lycan King. Now, our pack faced execution, the males to be slaughtered, the females to be enslaved. Alpha Yousef Perry, the most notorious of the Lycan Princes, stepped forward, his presence commanding the room. His dark eyes flicked to Solana, a smirk playing on his lips.

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9.2

I Was Sent to Prison By My Brothers And My Mate, Lost Memory, Found True Mate

9.2

I was callously cast into the depths of a hellish prison by my mate, Alpha Jacob, and my own brothers. In that nightmarish place, my body became a canvas of horror as one by one, my organs were brutally removed, leaving me a broken and bleeding mess. Not a single organ in my body remained whole. Even after I was finally released from that living nightmare, my adopted sister, Elisa, continued to torment me with a sadistic glee. But then, like a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights, my childhood sweetheart, Nill, arrived. He unearthed the truth. By then, the torture had taken a toll on my mind, and I lost my memory. My mate and brothers, now faced with the consequences of their actions, were filled with regret. Their pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears. Fortunately, I found solace and love in Nill's arms. He became my true mate

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8.7

My Alpha Chose a Younger Luna Over Me

8.7

The ink on the trade treaty with the Northern Timber Pack was barely dry. It had taken me six months of grueling negotiations, sleepless nights, and endless strategic maneuvering to secure these borders, but looking at the signature on the final page, I knew it was worth it. This treaty would secure the Silver Crescent Pack’s prosperity for another decade. I smoothed the skirt of my emerald evening gown, the silk cool against my fingertips, and walked down the hallway toward the Alpha’s office. The Unity Gala was already in full swing downstairs; the floorboards vibrated slightly with the bass of the music and the stomping of feet. I wanted to give Hayden the good news before we made our entrance. I wanted to see his eyes light up, to hear him acknowledge that we had done this together. I was a fool. As I reached the heavy mahogany door, my hand raised to knock, a sound stopped me cold. It was laughter.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.3

My Alpha Forced Me to Accept His Mistress

9.3

The grand ballroom of the Crescent Moon Pack house glittered with crystal chandeliers and silver decorations. I smoothed down the front of my ceremonial white dress—the one I'd spent weeks selecting for this moment. Tonight was supposed to be everything I'd waited five years for. "Luna Elowyn," I whispered to myself, practicing the title I'd soon bear. "Finally." My wolf, Aria, stirred inside me. *We deserve this. We've earned this.* I took a deep breath and stepped through the massive oak doors. The crowd parted as I entered, and I felt their eyes upon me—some sympathetic, others curious, a few even hopeful. Five years as Damien's fated mate without an official marking ceremony had left the pack unsettled. Tonight, that would finally change.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

Chapter 2

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