Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

The Great Hall of the Silvermoon Pack hummed with anticipation as every wolf gathered for the full-pack council. I stood beside James at the front, my face a careful mask of serenity despite the knot twisting in my stomach. Five years as Luna had taught me to hide my feelings behind a pleasant smile and perfect posture—shoulders back, chin high, hands clasped demurely before me. The perfect Luna. The perfect façade. I could feel the weight of the pack's eyes on us. James stood tall and commanding, every inch the powerful Alpha, while I remained in his shadow as always. My wolf, Kaelia, stirred restlessly within me. *Something's wrong, Victoria. The air feels...

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Morning light filtered through the curtains as I stared at the ceiling, one hand resting protectively over my belly. Six weeks. Our pup was just six weeks old, a tiny miracle growing inside me. For the first time in years, hope flickered within my chest.

*Maybe this will change everything,* Kaelia whispered.

I wished I could share her optimism. The memory of James's words still echoed in my mind: *A fake rejection ceremony. Just for show.* But the pulse in his cheek had betrayed him. I knew better than to trust his promises.

"We need to be careful," I murmured, rising from bed. "No one can know about the pup. Not yet."

The morning pack run would begin soon—a tradition as old as the pack itself. Every full moon, all wolves gathered to strengthen bonds through a communal hunt. As Luna, I was responsible for setting the directional markers that would guide our route.

I dressed quickly and slipped out to the forest edge. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and morning dew. I methodically placed the carved stone markers along our usual path, each one etched with our pack symbol—a crescent moon cradling a single star.

As I placed the final marker, a twig snapped behind me. I whirled around to find Rebecca standing there, one hand on her slightly curved belly, a saccharine smile on her face.

"Good morning, Luna," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Preparing for the run?"

"Rebecca," I acknowledged with a nod. "You should be resting. The run isn't safe for you in your condition."

She laughed, the sound like glass breaking. "How thoughtful. But I'll be fine watching from the clearing. James insists I be present for all pack activities."

Something in her tone made Kaelia bristle. *She's planning something.*

"Of course," I replied smoothly. "I should return to the pack house. The run begins soon."

I left her standing among the trees, her eyes boring into my back like daggers.

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Chaos erupted an hour later. Wolves scattered in all directions, confused howls filling the air. The carefully marked path I'd created had somehow become a twisted maze, leading pack members into thorny thickets and dangerously steep ravines.

James found me at the center clearing, his massive black wolf form shimmering as he shifted back to human. Fury radiated from him in waves.

"What happened?" he demanded, eyes flashing amber. "Half the pack is lost or injured!"

"I don't understand," I said, genuine confusion in my voice. "I placed the markers exactly as always—"

"Then explain this!" He thrust a marker into my hands. The symbol was wrong—not our crescent moon, but a jagged line that would lead wolves astray.

My blood ran cold. "This isn't mine. Someone must have changed them after I left."

"A convenient excuse," came Rebecca's voice as she approached, leaning dramatically on a female pack member for support. "I saw her placing them this morning. She seemed... distracted."

More pack members gathered, their expressions ranging from confusion to outright suspicion. Elder Sterling pushed through the crowd, her weathered face grave.

"Luna Victoria," she said, her voice carrying the weight of her position. "This is a serious breach of duty. The pack run is sacred—a time of unity, not confusion."

"Elder Sterling, I swear to you, I placed the correct markers," I insisted, my heart pounding. "Someone must have changed them."

Rebecca let out a dramatic gasp. "Are you accusing me? While I carry the Alpha's pup?"

Murmurs rippled through the gathered wolves. James's jaw tightened, that telltale muscle pulsing in his cheek.

"Enough," Elder Sterling declared. "Luna Victoria, consider this a formal warning. Your duties to this pack must take precedence over any... personal matters that might be distracting you."

The implication was clear—they thought I was sabotaging the run out of jealousy. James wouldn't meet my eyes as he moved to Rebecca's side, placing a protective arm around her shoulders.

"I'll handle this," he told Sterling. "Victoria will face consequences for her negligence."

As the pack dispersed, Kaelia growled within me. *It was her. Rebecca changed the markers.*

"I know," I whispered, watching Rebecca lean into James, her hand protectively over her belly, her eyes meeting mine with unmistakable triumph. "And this is just the beginning."

My own hand drifted unconsciously to my stomach. If this was Rebecca's opening move, I dreaded what would come next. But now, I had more than myself to protect.

The game had begun, and the stakes were higher than anyone knew.

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For three years, I played second fiddle to my boyfriend' s "childhood friend," Eve. When Damion finally whisked me away to Paris to rekindle our dying spark, I thought things might change. Instead, the moment we arrived, he abandoned me in the hotel lobby without my passport because Eve called with a "crisis." I spent my first night in Paris stranded and penniless while he rushed to comfort her. When he finally returned the next morning, he didn't apologize. He flew into a rage because I' d sought safety in an old college friend' s room, accusing me of cheating while he still smelled like her cheap perfume. He actually punched the only man who helped me, screaming that I was the toxic one. The gaslighting was the final straw. I didn't feel anger anymore, just a cold, liberating indifference. While he begged on his knees, quitting his job and promising to cut Eve off forever, I simply walked away. I boarded a plane to London for a promotion I' d once turned down for him, leaving him with nothing but his regrets and the "friend" he chose over me.

Fantasy Modern Romance

8.9

After Raising His Secret Pup, I Rejected My Mate

8.9

I recently joined an online parenting group for werewolf mothers and came across a post that caught my attention: “Hello everyone, I’m the other woman, and I’ve had a pup with my mate. I don’t want to raise him. What should I do?” A response quickly followed: “If his Luna hasn’t had any pups, have your mate claim the pup was found in a rogue orphanage and let her raise him.” “You two can enjoy your lives together freely for a few years. Once the pup grows up, he can reject her.” “In the end, you’ll be the one who comes out on top.” My frown deepened as I read this, my fingers tightening around my phone. That evening, my mate Porter, a Delta of the Silver Moon Pack, returned home from his duties. I was just about to share the news of my pregnancy when he spoke up first, his voice tense. “We’ve been mated all these years without pups. Maybe we should consider adopting one?” My heart skipped a beat, the memory of the post flashing in my mind. I hesitated before responding, wanting to probe further. “Why don’t we give it another try?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.3

Alpha's Contracted Surrogate

7.3

I'm Sana. I once became a surrogate for Selina, the former Luna, as I desperately needed money to save my mother. After giving birth to Angela, Selina passed away, and I was bound by a three - year contract with Alpha Frank. During those years, I endured so much. Angela, influenced by Yulia, Selina's sister, treated me horribly. She stuck gum in my hair, threw stones at me, and put a dead rat in my bed. Alpha Frank, consumed by grief for Selina, used me as a stand - in, then cruelly rejected me. When the contract ended, I tried to leave, but was framed and thrown into a cellar. Finally, I escaped to Mountain Ridge Pack, my mother's home. There, I met Daniel, and we became close. When Alpha Frank and Angela found me, Angela apologized, but I refused to go back. Now, with Daniel by my side, I'm ready to embrace a new, happy life.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

9.2

Breaking the Mate Bond

9.2

I sat in the leather chair across from Theo's mahogany desk, my hands folded in my lap to hide their trembling. The calendar on his wall seemed to mock me—circled in red ink was tomorrow's date: *Elianna's Return*. Seven years, and I still felt that familiar twist in my stomach whenever I saw those words. *She's coming back,* Lyra whimpered in my mind, her voice barely a whisper now. My wolf had grown quieter with each rejection, her silver coat dulling like tarnished jewelry. *We know what happens next.* The office door clicked open, and Theo strode in with that confident Alpha swagger that had once made my heart race. Now it just made me tired. His pine and smoke scent filled the room, suffocating in its familiarity. He didn't even look surprised to see me there. "Jordan." His voice carried that casual tone he used when discussing pack business.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.2

My Mate Protected His Mistress, Let Me Die

9.2

I woke up screaming. My hands flew to my stomach, fingers pressing desperately against the flat surface beneath my nightgown, searching for something that wasn't there. The phantom pain of impact—metal crushing bone, glass shredding skin—still echoed through my body like a ghost that refused to leave. But there was no blood. No broken bones. No life draining away beneath the cold autumn rain. I gasped for air, my lungs burning as if I'd been drowning, and forced my eyes open. Moonlight filtered through familiar curtains, casting silver shadows across walls I knew too well. My bedroom. The Silvermoon Pack house.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.2

My Mate Rejected Me to Make Her His Luna

8.2

The fluorescent lights of The Rusty Fang still burned behind my eyelids as I stumbled up the three warped wooden steps to our trailer. Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours of forcing smiles at rogue wolves who could barely afford coffee, let alone tips. My feet screamed in protest with every step, the cheap diner shoes having given up any pretense of support around hour nine. I fumbled with the keys, my fingers stiff and clumsy. The lock finally gave way with its usual grinding protest, and I pushed inside, immediately hit by the stale air that always seemed to cling to the walls no matter how many windows I opened. Cairo wasn't home. I should have felt relief. Instead, a hollow ache settled in my chest as I dropped my purse on the sagging couch and kicked off those torture devices masquerading as shoes. The silence pressed against my ears, broken only by the hum of our ancient refrigerator and the distant sound of someone's television through the thin walls.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

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