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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I spent the entire Thanksgiving alone in the healing den of the Silver Fang Pack. Most of my time was spent gazing out the window, admiring the snowy landscape, the starry sky, and the fireworks lighting up the night. During this time, Alpha Legacy never called. Instead, Arabella Elliott, the rogue werewolf, flooded Instagram with countless photos of them traveling together. Their mutual friends left teasing comments beneath the pictures.

"You two spent the whole holiday together—might as well make it official. You're a match made in heaven!"

"Arabella, keep those pictures coming! You're such a stunning pair!"

I stared at the screen, feeling a strange calm, like a still pool of water. I refreshed the page and saw Alpha Legacy replying to a few comments.

"Stop with the nonsense. I'm just keeping Arabella company while she's alone in New York for the holidays."

"Just to clarify, Arabella and I are just really good friends. Everyone, relax."

His replies only added fuel to their excitement. They continued to promote the idea of them being together. I knew those people never accepted me, nor did they believe in my mate bond with Alpha Legacy. But we hadn’t dissolved the bond yet—did they have to be so ruthless? I swallowed my tears of humiliation and replied:

"Looks like good news is on the horizon, congrats."

As soon as I posted my comment, Arabella deleted all her recent posts. I silently chuckled, finding her actions pointless—they were meant for me to see, after all. I expected Alpha Legacy to call and berate me for upsetting Arabella. Sure enough, the phone rang shortly after. I picked up to find Arabella on the line.

"Luna Estrella, did you misunderstand me and Alpha Legacy? I truly see him like a brother. If you're upset that he spent the holidays with me, I'll leave New York right away."

Her tearful voice pierced through the phone. I frowned, my patience wearing thin. Before I could respond, Alpha Legacy's voice, heavy with anger, took over the line.

"Arabella, I'm your brother's friend; it's only right to look out for you! People with bad intentions should be ashamed!"

Arabella continued to sniffle. I listened silently. No one spoke after that, and I thought that was the end. But Alpha Legacy, clearly not done expressing his anger, grabbed her phone and shouted at me furiously:

"Are you happy now, Estrella? Are you satisfied after making Arabella cry?"

"How could you be so heartless? No wonder, among the three of us skiing, only you ended up seriously injured—you deserved it!"

The sound of fireworks exploding outside drowned out Alpha Legacy's angry rant. Tears welled up in my eyes once again. For the first time, I hung up on him.

My wolf stirred within me, a low growl of frustration echoing in my mind. *He doesn’t deserve you,* she whispered, her voice tinged with pain and anger. But I pushed her back, unwilling to let her emotions cloud my judgment. I was the Luna of the Silver Fang Pack, and I had to maintain my composure, even if it felt like the bond between us was crumbling faster than I could hold onto 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.

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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.

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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.

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Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

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