Follow
Chapters
Share
Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Supreme King Novel Cover

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Supreme King

I lived in the basement of the man who promised to protect me. Kason Oneal, the Alpha, treated me like a servant while he doted on Dalia, his so-called "Fated Mate." I went to his office one last time and knocked over his private journal. The entry from two weeks ago caught my eye. He wrote that his wolf actually pulled toward me, not Dalia. He knew we were mates. But he chose Dalia for her family's money. He called me a "substitute"—a placeholder to keep his wolf calm until he could bond with her. He planned to keep me hidden in the dark forever, just to use my scent. My heart shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was being used. The man I adored saw me as nothing more than a biological pacifier. I didn't leave a note. I packed my bag and walked out the door. Kason thought I was a broken Omega he could control. He didn't know I was on my way to New York to marry Hadley Payne, the Supreme Alpha. And when I returned, I wouldn't be a servant. I would be his Queen.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 4

Isabela POV:

The drive back to the Oneal territory was silent, but it was a silence charged with violence.

Kason drove with white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. Dalia was sobbing quietly in the passenger seat, her ego bruised, but I barely heard her. I was still vibrating. My skin still tingled where Hadley had touched me. The scent of pine and storm still clung to my senses, overpowering the stale air of the car.

He was my Mate. The Supreme Alpha was my Fated Mate.

When we arrived at the Pack House, Kason didn't let me go to the basement.

"Get inside," he ordered, grabbing my arm the moment I stepped out of the car. His grip was bruising.

He dragged me past the main hall, ignoring the curious looks of the pack members, and shoved me toward his private apartment on the top floor.

"Kason, stop! You're hurting me!" I cried out, trying to pry his fingers off.

He threw the door open and hurled me inside. I stumbled, catching myself on the edge of his mahogany desk. The room smelled overwhelmingly of him-cedar and aggression.

He slammed the door and locked it. When he turned to face me, his eyes were glowing a sickly yellow. He was losing control. His wolf was near the surface, feral and confused.

"You smell like him," Kason hissed. He stalked toward me, sniffing the air. "Why do you smell like Hadley Payne?"

"He helped me," I said, backing away until my back hit the wall. "He was just being a gentleman. Something you've forgotten how to be."

Slap.

The sound cracked through the room. My head snapped to the side. My cheek burned, tears springing to my eyes instantly. He had never hit me. Not once in ten years.

"Don't you dare lecture me!" Kason roared. "I smelled the way the air changed! I saw the way he looked at you! Did you seduce him? Is that your plan? To climb the ladder by spreading your legs for a higher Alpha?"

"You're crazy," I whispered, holding my cheek. "You rejected me, Kason. You chose Dalia. You don't get to be jealous."

"I am not jealous!" he screamed, but the lie was palpable in the air. "You are mine! You are Oneal property! You don't get to have another Alpha's scent on you!"

He lunged at me. He didn't strike me this time; he grabbed me, burying his face in my neck, right over my scent gland. He was trying to rub his scent onto me, to mask Hadley's mark. It was a violation. His teeth scraped against my sensitive skin.

"Stay," he used the Alpha Command.

My body froze. My muscles locked up against my will. I couldn't move my arms to push him away. I was a statue, forced to endure his aggressive claiming.

No! my wolf screamed. Fight him! He is not our Alpha! He is not our Mate!

The command was strong, but my wolf was desperate. And somewhere, deep down, the bond I had felt with Hadley gave me a sliver of strength. The connection to a Supreme Alpha trumped the command of a regular Alpha.

My hand twitched.

Kason was distracted, growling against my neck, his hand fumbling with the zipper of my dress. He intended to mark me. If he bit me now, against my will, it would cause a rejected bond-a pain worse than death.

My fingers curled around the heavy silver base of the desk lamp next to me.

Silver.

To a wolf, silver burned like acid. It weakened us, sapped our strength.

With a scream of effort that tore at my throat, I broke through the paralysis of the Command. I swung the lamp.

CRACK.

The heavy silver base connected with the side of Kason's head.

He didn't just stumble; he howled. The silver seared his skin upon contact. He fell back, clutching his temple, blood trickling through his fingers. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room.

"You..." he gasped, his eyes rolling back. He slumped to the floor, unconscious.

I dropped the lamp. My hand, which had touched the silver, was blistering, red and angry. The pain was blinding.

I slid down the wall, curling into a ball in the corner of the room. The adrenaline crashed. The proximity to the silver lamp, combined with the trauma of the Alpha Command and the physical assault, was too much for my weak Omega body.

Black spots danced in my vision.

Hadley, I thought, the name a prayer, before the darkness took me.

You may also like

Chapel Affair Exposed Live Novel Cover
9.8
On her wedding day, Sarah discovers her fiancé’s infidelity through a live broadcast that exposes his secret affair. The celebration instantly turns into a public scandal, leaving her to face a crowd of shocked guests and media. Amid the chaos, she must navigate the betrayal while uncovering the hidden motives behind the broadcast. This modern mystery explores love and deception as Sarah seeks the truth behind the public humiliation.
Escape from Cruel Marriage Novel Cover
9.0
Forced into an unwanted union, a young woman finds herself trapped in a marriage defined by coldness and cruelty. Her billionaire husband, a man of immense power and hidden scars, treats their bond as a mere transaction. Amidst the opulence of his world, she endures emotional turmoil and strict control. Desperate for freedom, she begins to plot her escape, but breaking away from such a formidable man proves more dangerous than she ever imagined.
My Love for my Ex-husband Never Came Back Novel Cover
9.5
After receiving a prenatal injection, I received an anonymous video on my phone. In the video, a man sang nursery rhymes with a little boy wearing a birthday hat. He dabbed a bit of cream on his finger and smiled as he smeared it on a woman's nose. Then he bent down to kiss it away. My phone slipped from my hand to the floor, and I trembled all over uncontrollably. The scar on the inside of the man's wrist was an old one, left from the time he saved me. Around his neck hung the pendant I had fetched for him from a famous church to ensure his safety. When I returned home, the expansive riverside apartment felt empty. The housekeeper brought some herbal soup meant to stabilize my pregnancy. She sighed and placed it on the table. "Mr. Stewart has a social engagement this evening and won't be home for dinner." It was the tenth night he had used this excuse not to come home. I removed the diamond ring that symbolized our love and called the lawyer. I didn't want to wait any longer. My husband, Bruce Stewart, had given his tenderness to another woman and was not worth my love.
Not A Future Donna Novel Cover
8.9
Mistaken for a mistress by her brother Lucas Gambino’s girlfriend, Betty Gotti, the protagonist suffers a brutal, televised home invasion. Betty and her crew destroy every heirloom and designer item before publicly humiliating her on a live broadcast for donations. When Lucas finally intervenes to rescue her, his sister issues a cold ultimatum: he must sever ties with Betty immediately or forfeit his legitimate claim to the seat of the Don.
Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don Novel Cover
9.3
Dragged from the countryside by her father, she is forced to marry mafia Don Damien Valachi in her sister's place—a death sentence, since none of his brides survive. Her stepmother calls it an honor while her sister gloats. She agrees, but demands twenty million dollars upfront and empties the trust fund before the wedding, leaving her father with nothing. The next day, the wedding car is ordered to the service entrance, a deliberate insult. She switches to an armored vehicle, smashes through the Valachi estate gates, and strides to the main steps. Staring up at the dark window where Damien watches, she calls out: what kind of Don won't come meet his new wife?
Swapped at Birth Novel Cover
9.1
For three years, a mother has lived with the haunting suspicion that the child she is raising is not her biological offspring. She vividly recalls a specific birthmark on her baby's left arm, yet her husband and mother-in-law insist it was a hallucination caused by her difficult labor. Dismissed as being overextended and delusional, she refuses to ignore her maternal instincts. This gripping modern mystery follows her quest to uncover if her in-laws orchestrated a secret swap at birth.