Rejected By The Alpha, Crowned By Fate
Lycan Prince Leo chose me as his mate because he admired my quiet, unassuming nature. He made me promise that if my sister, Capri, ever returned, I would step aside and relinquish my position as his Luna. But what he didn’t understand was that my refusal to compete was, in itself, the fiercest form of competition. After the mark ceremony, I dedicated myself entirely to him, both in pack affairs and within the royal den. I nearly lost my life for him more than once. When Capri finally returned, I honored our agreement. I removed the Luna’s ceremonial attire and handed over the moonstone pendant, the symbol of the Luna’s authority. Yet, as I stood there, ready to step back, I saw the hesitation flicker in his eyes. ---
My mother, Zhuri Hernandez, was a pawn carefully selected by Luna Angie Carr to undermine my father’s chosen mate. She was breathtakingly beautiful and exceptionally talented, a Beta from a noble pack—enough to captivate my father’s heart.
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Chapter 8
On our marking night, Leo drank heavily.
He lifted my veil, cupping my face in his hands, and called out Capri’s name all night.
To say it didn’t hurt would be a lie.
After all, it was supposed to be the most important night of my life—the night I marked my mate, the future Lycan King.
I stared at Leo, his handsome features softened by the dim light of the room. His dark eyes were clouded with alcohol, his strong jawline tense even in his drunken state. He was every inch the powerful Lycan Prince, his aura commanding even when he wasn’t trying.
But in that moment, I felt nothing but cold detachment.
I memorized the sharp angles of his face, the way his lips curled slightly even in his unconscious muttering of her name. I etched every detail into my mind, not out of longing, but as a reminder.
A reminder that this man, this supposed mate chosen by the Moon Goddess, would never have my heart.
I would never let myself feel for him.
When he finally slumped onto the bed, his breathing heavy and uneven, I stood and walked to the window. The moonlight spilled into the room, casting a silvery glow over everything. I inhaled deeply, the crisp night air filling my lungs, and closed my eyes.
My wolf stirred faintly in the back of my mind, a low, mournful whine echoing through my thoughts.
*He doesn’t deserve you,* she whispered, her voice tinged with both anger and sorrow.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to.
From that moment on, I vowed to myself—and to my wolf—that I would never let Leo Mills break me.
No matter what the future held, I would remain steadfast, unyielding, and, above all, untouchable.
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8.7
The scent of blood hit me first—metallic and sharp, cutting through the crisp night air. My heart seized in my chest as I watched Luna Eleanor being carried through the pack house doors, her silver hair matted with crimson, her usually vibrant face ashen. "Get the healer!" I screamed, my voice cracking as I rushed forward. Two Delta warriors supported Eleanor's limp form, their expressions grim. "What happened?"
"Rogue attack at the northern border," one muttered, avoiding my gaze. "The Luna was conducting her monthly patrol when they ambushed her."
Lyra, my wolf, whimpered inside me. *Something's wrong. This isn't a normal attack.*
I helped them lay Eleanor on the examination table in the medicine chamber. Her breathing came in shallow gasps, each one seeming more labored than the last. The wounds across her torso were deep, but there was something else—a strange, sickly sweet odor emanating from them that made Lyra restless.
7.9
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9.4
His Scarred Luna
9.4
What happens when fate plays dirty games? When you know you love someone but then you find out they are not yours? Anika Hurler craved for only one thing in her life. And it was love. When she thought she found her mate, fate played her again. But she doesn't know,there is someone who can die a hundred deaths to be with her. Will she be able to reach Alpha Caleb, who loves her unconditionally? And will she ever trust him after all the betrayals?
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Skylar Hurler, Anika's twin sister. She has everything in her life. Everything, except for the very person she had always craved for, Adam Hurler. She knew Adam was her mate, but he never wanted her. She cried and fought to have him. Because she decided to never give up. But Adam is stubborn. Will Adam ever open his arms for Skylar?
8.0
Elyra Vance was executed by the Moon Tyrant-Alpha King Draven Nightfall-after being framed for a betrayal she never committed. But instead of dying, she wakes up three years earlier, on the night fate first marked her as his fated mate.
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She remembers the pain he caused.
He only feels the bond tying her to him.
And this time, no prophecy, no kingdom, and no second chance will stop him from making her his.
9.6
Mate No More
9.6
Sophia Reyes thought she had it all—married to a powerful Alpha, she was the perfect Luna. But on the night of her birthday, betrayal shattered her world. Cast aside as "just a contract" while her husband claimed his true mate, Sophia endured heartbreak, humiliation, and the loss of her unborn child. Refusing to be a pawn in Alexander Thorne's ruthless world, she disappears, forging a new identity.
When Alexander tracks her down, desperate to drag her back into his control, an ancient power awakens within Sophia—something stronger than any Alpha's dominance. As the true Luna, her newfound strength threatens to upend the entire werewolf hierarchy.
Sophia is done being controlled. She’s ready to rewrite the rules—and take her life back.
8.2
I have healed wolves who were half-dead on the table. I have pressed my hands into wounds that would have made a warrior faint and held steady. I have never once, in all my years as a Healer, let what I was feeling show on my face when it mattered. So when Raelynn Gonzalez's phone lit up on the examination table beside her, and I saw the mind-link signature bloom across the screen in Xander's unmistakable frequency, I did not stop moving. I kept my fingers on her shoulder, kept my healing warmth flowing steady and even, and said nothing. I just breathed. And that was when it hit me. The scent was already there. I don't know how I had missed it when she walked in — cedar and dark musk, the specific warmth of my mate's skin, the smell that used to mean home. It was soaked into her.