Rejected By The Alpha; Mate Born Wolf-less
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Adrian Blackwood , billionaire CEO of Blackwood Holdings, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack... Mated to a weak, broken and wolfless female?!! No way! This is impossible, this must a sick prank by the moon goddess and fate.
Rejected By The Alpha; Mate Born Wolf-less Chapter 1
The first time I saw her, I wanted her gone.
It wasn't the casual dismissal I offered the humans who cluttered my city. It was an instinctive, bone-deep rejection the way an Alpha reacts to a glitch in the natural order.
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of my penthouse office, the glittering skyline of Crescent City spread out like a map of my own making. Forty floors below, the city pulsed like a restless organism-headlights bleeding into neon, millions of heartbeats thrumming in the dark.
This city belonged to me.
Publicly, I was Adrian Blackwood: the billionaire prodigy of Blackwood Holdings. Tech, real estate, energy-I owned the infrastructure of the human world. But beneath the tailored Italian suit and the cold corporate mask, I was something far more primal.
I was the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. And in this city, every wolf answered to my soul.
Except one.
I didn't even know her name yet, but the moment she had stepped into the packhouse lobby earlier that evening, my wolf had snarled. Now, hours later, he was still pacing the cage of my ribs, claws scraping against my self-control.
Something is wrong, he growled, his voice a low vibration in my skull.
"I know," I muttered, my own reflection staring back at me-eyes flashing a brief, predatory gold before I forced them back to grey.
A sharp knock broke the tension. "Enter."
The door swung open, and Marcus, my Beta, stepped in. We had been raised together, trained to be the sword and the shield of the Blackwood line. He was usually unshakable, but tonight, his brow was furrowed with a rare unease.
"The girl," he said, skipping the formalities.
I didn't turn around. "What about her?"
"She's here for the job. The administrative assistant opening at the firm."
I turned then, my brows drawing together. "You're telling me the girl who walked into our sanctuary earlier... is a human applicant?"
Marcus shifted, his boots creaking on the hardwood. "That's the strange part. She isn't human."
My wolf went dead still. A predator locking onto a scent.
"Explain," I commanded, the Alpha's weight settling into my voice.
Marcus sighed, running a hand through his cropped hair. "She smells like a wolf. The musk, the pine, the ancient hum of the blood-it's all there. But there's no spirit, Adrian. There's no shift. She's... empty."
The silence in the room thickened until it was suffocating.
"Impossible," I snapped. "You're describing a rogue or a human with a drop of heritage. There is no such thing as a wolfless wolf."
"I thought so too," Marcus countered. "But she's here. And she was personally recommended by the board."
That stopped me. The board was comprised of the pack elders-men who valued tradition above all else. They wouldn't hire a human to clean the floors, let alone recommend a freak of nature to my inner circle.
"Bring her in," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous level.
"You want to meet her here? Now?"
"I want to know why a broken girl thinks she can survive in my world."
When the door closed, I waited. My wolf stirred again, a strange, frantic energy buzzing beneath my skin. Mine, he whispered, a low, confusing sound that I swiped away like a pestering insect.
Impossible. The Moon Goddess would never pair an Alpha with a defect. It would be an insult to my bloodline.
A soft, steady knock.
"Come in."
The door opened slowly, and Lena Hart stepped into my world.
The air in the office changed instantly. She wasn't dressed for a billion-dollar interview. She wore dark jeans, a cream sweater that looked soft to the touch, and worn leather boots. Her black hair fell in waves, framing a face that was hauntingly symmetrical.
But it was her eyes that caught me. They weren't submissive. They didn't hit the floor in the presence of a King. They were dark, steady, and entirely unafraid.
I sat behind my desk, letting the silence stretch, using the full weight of my Alpha aura to try and crush her composure. She didn't flinch. She just stood there, smelling of rain and something sweet-like honeysuckle in a graveyard.
"Name," I barked.
"Lena," she said. Her voice was like silk over gravel-soft, but with an edge. "Lena Hart."
Mate, my wolf whimpered. I slammed a mental door on him.
"You're aware that Blackwood Holdings isn't a typical corporation," I said, leaning forward. "We operate under... specific instincts."
"I gathered that," she replied. Her lips twitched-not quite a smile, but a ghost of one.
"Then tell me," I said, my voice turning icy. "Why someone without a wolf thinks she has any business being in this building."
The words were meant to draw blood. Most wolfless-the Omegas of the bottom tier-lived in shame, hidden away or discarded.
Lena didn't recoil. If anything, she stood taller. "I need a job, Mr. Blackwood. And the board seems to think I'm the only one capable of handling your... temperament."
I studied her. Up close, I felt the "wrongness" Marcus had mentioned. I could sense the wolf-blood in her veins-it sang to mine-but there was no second heartbeat. No beast behind the eyes. It was like looking at a beautiful, high-powered engine with no spark to start it.
"Do you know what you are?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"I do."
"Say it."
Her jaw tightened, the first sign of emotion she'd shown. "I'm wolfless."
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Rejected By The Alpha; Mate Born Wolf-less of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
7.7
My husband, Bennett, and I were New York's golden couple. But our perfect marriage was a lie, childless because of a rare genetic condition he claimed would kill any woman who carried his baby. When his dying father demanded an heir, Bennett proposed a solution: a surrogate.
The woman he chose, Aria, was a younger, more vibrant version of me. Suddenly, Bennett was always busy, supporting her through "difficult IVF cycles." He missed my birthday. He forgot our anniversary.
I tried to believe him, until I overheard him at a party. He confessed to his friends that his love for me was a "deep connection," but with Aria, it was "fire" and "exhilarating."
He was planning a secret wedding with her in Lake Como, at the same villa he'd promised me for our anniversary.
He was giving her a wedding, a family, a life—all the things he denied me, using a lie about a deadly genetic condition as his excuse. The betrayal was so complete it felt like a physical shock.
When he came home that night, lying about a business trip, I smiled and played the part of the loving wife.
He didn't know I'd heard everything.
He didn't know that while he was planning his new life, I was already planning my escape.
And he certainly didn't know I had just made a call to a service that specialized in one thing: making people disappear.
8.4
To keep her grandmother on life support, Aracely was blackmailed into taking Evelyn's place in the pitch-black bedroom of the ruthless billionaire, Brennen Levine.
After that night, Evelyn tossed a hideous silicone scar at her feet, forcing Aracely to glue it to her face and work as a bottom-tier maid in his estate so he would never recognize her.
Brennen, suffering from chronic insomnia, was completely addicted to the sweet gardenia scent of the woman from the dark. But when he saw the "disfigured" Aracely scrubbing floors, he was physically repulsed, publicly humiliating her and calling her a monster.
Meanwhile, Evelyn paraded around as his soon-to-be wife. Terrified of her lies unraveling, Evelyn constantly abused Aracely, throwing scalding coffee at her face and threatening to pull the plug on her grandmother if Aracely didn't sneak back into Brennen's room to act as his human sleeping pill.
Aracely endured the suffocating fake scar, the insults, and the freezing servant quarters. She ground her teeth, swallowing the bitter injustice just to keep her only family alive, wondering when this torturous hell would ever end.
But Evelyn's malice knew no bounds. When Evelyn raised her hand to strike again, threatening to rip off the very disguise she forced Aracely to wear, something inside Aracely finally snapped.
"Do not push me."
Aracely locked her hand around Evelyn's wrist in a bone-crushing grip, completely unaware that Brennen was watching from the balcony above, his dark eyes narrowing as a dangerous realization hit him.
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
7.5
On the morning of our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, I found a cream-colored document tucked inside my husband's suit pocket.
It was a twenty-million-dollar asset transfer for his former receptionist, Carmen. But what made my blood run cold was the contingent beneficiary: Leo, my newborn son who the hospital claimed was kidnapped twenty-three years ago.
When I confronted Devonte, he didn't even try to explain. He handed me a fake Cartier watch, canceled all my credit cards, and publicly called me delusional.
The next day, he moved Carmen into our mansion and emptied all our joint accounts into offshore trusts.
"If you don't sign these papers and walk away, I will have you committed," he threatened, his mother nodding in agreement.
They had orchestrated the kidnapping of my baby, hiding him with the mistress while I spent half my life sedated and screaming in grief. Now, to keep his secret, Devonte was going to lock me in a psychiatric ward and bury me in debt.
I didn't understand how the man I loved could be such a monster. Why did he steal my child? What else was hidden in that confidential adoption file?
Pushed to the absolute brink, I refused to be his victim.
When his goons came to my temporary apartment to drag me away, I turned to the rugged union electrician who had just fixed my lights.
"If you need a husband to keep you out of a psych ward, I'll marry you," he said, offering himself as my legal shield.
I took his hand. It was time to tear my husband's perfect life apart.
8.8
Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.
