Rejected by the Alpha, Rescued by My True Mate

One week before our marking ceremony, I arrived at the pack house earlier than usual, my arms filled with fresh lilies and ceremonial candles. The scent of pine and sage filled the air as I walked through the familiar corridors, my heart light with anticipation. I wanted to surprise Carson with the preparations I'd made for our special day. My wolf, Luna, stirred uneasily within me. She'd been weakened since the rogue attack in the northern territories where I'd nearly lost her saving Carson's life, but her instincts remained sharp. *Something's wrong*, she whispered in my mind. "It's just nerves," I murmured, trying to calm us both. "Our marking ceremony is almost here." As I approached Carson's private study, voices drifted through the partially open door. Not just voices—sounds that made my stomach clench with dread. My fingers tightened around the stems of the lilies until thorns pricked my skin.

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I couldn't sleep that night. Carson's lies echoed in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. Something about Evie's story didn't add up. I needed proof—something concrete that would either confirm my suspicions or put them to rest.

Luna stirred restlessly within me. *We need answers.*

"I know," I whispered into the darkness of my room. "And I know exactly where to start."

The next morning, I slipped out of the pack house before anyone noticed and made my way to a small café in the neutral territory between packs. The kind of place where wolves from different territories could meet without raising suspicions.

I checked my watch nervously as I waited in a corner booth. Finally, the door opened, and an elderly man with silver-streaked hair entered. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on me.

"Grace Patterson," he said softly as he slid into the seat across from me. "It's been a long time since you called on old Marcus."

"Thank you for coming," I said, gripping his weathered hand briefly. "I need your help, Marcus. And I need absolute discretion."

Marcus Reed had been the pack healer for my father's territory before I left to join Carson. If anyone could help me without raising suspicions, it would be him.

"I need you to look at someone's wolf," I explained, keeping my voice low. "Without her knowledge. Without anyone knowing."

I slid a piece of paper across the table with Evie's name and a detailed description of her current behavior and scent markers.

"She claims her wolf was damaged," I said carefully. "I need to know if that's true."

Marcus's eyebrows rose slightly, but he asked no questions. "I'll need two days."

"Thank you," I whispered, relief washing through me.

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Two days later, my phone vibrated with an encrypted message. My hands trembled as I opened it.

*Evie Gordon's wolf shows no signs of damage—past or present. Her wolf is perfectly healthy and has been for years. There is no evidence of recovery from any injury or illness.*

The phone nearly slipped from my grasp as the implications hit me. Carson had lied. He'd been lying all along.

"No," I breathed, sinking onto my bed as Luna howled in anguish within me. "This can't be happening."

But it was. And now I needed to know why.

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I began watching Evie more carefully, following her movements around the pack house and beyond. What I saw made my blood run cold.

She was meeting with unfamiliar wolves at our territory borders—wolves whose scents marked them as outsiders. Their conversations were hushed, secretive. Always when Carson was occupied elsewhere.

One night, I followed her into the forest. The moonlight cast long shadows as I crept from tree to tree, staying downwind so she wouldn't catch my scent.

"—and the eastern perimeter is weakest on Thursdays," Evie was saying, her voice carrying clearly in the night air. "That's when Carson does his rounds with the inner circle."

A male voice responded, "Good. We'll move then."

I froze, hardly daring to breathe as I peered through the darkness. Three wolves stood with Evie—their scents marking them as members of the Black Crest Pack, our rivals for years.

"The information you've provided has been valuable," one said. "Your Alpha doesn't suspect anything?"

Evie laughed, the sound chilling me to the bone. "Carson sees what he wants to see. He's too busy trying to keep both me and his little pet Grace happy."

I must have stepped on a twig or something, because suddenly a branch snapped beneath my foot.

Evie's head whipped around, her eyes scanning the darkness until they locked directly onto my hiding spot.

A predatory smile spread across her face. "Well, well," she said softly. "What have we here?"

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The next morning, I was arranging flowers in the pack gardens when Evie approached. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes were cold as winter.

"Grace," she said pleasantly, as if we were old friends. "I think we need to have a little chat."

I straightened, facing her directly. "About what?"

"About nosy little wolves who don't know when to mind their own business." Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as she stepped closer. "You've been watching me."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Evie's laugh was brittle. "Please. You're as transparent as glass." She glanced around to ensure we were alone before continuing. "Let me make something very clear. Carson will never believe you over me. I'm carrying his heir—his true heir."

"I don't want to cause trouble," I said carefully.

"No?" Her smile widened. "Then you should stop interfering in Alpha matters." She reached out suddenly, her fingers brushing my cheek in a mock-caress. "Accidents happen to wolves who stick their noses where they don't belong. Especially ones with weakened wolves who can barely defend themselves."

Luna growled within me, but we both knew the truth of Evie's words. We were in real danger.

"I understand," I said quietly.

"I hope so." Evie's eyes glittered with malice. "For your sake."

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The Northern Pack summit had been grueling. Three days of negotiations, posturing, and careful wordplay had left me exhausted. But I'd done it—secured the treaty that would protect our borders for another decade. I clutched the signed document in my hand, its crisp paper a testament to my diplomatic skills. "I've got it," I whispered to myself as I drove through the familiar territory of Silvercreek Pack lands. "Twenty years of service, and this might be my finest achievement." The car's headlights cut through the evening mist as I approached the Pack House. I'd returned a day early, eager to see Jaxson. My son was growing so quickly—already showing signs of the Alpha he would one day become. The thought of his proud smile when I showed him the treaty made my weary bones ache for home. "Just a few more minutes," I murmured, parking in my usual spot.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.0

After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Found My Wolf

9.0

The smoke hit me first—thick, acrid, and suffocating. I jolted awake, my lungs already burning as I struggled to make sense of the darkness. The air was too hot, too wrong. "Fire!" someone screamed from the hallway. "Everyone out!" My heart hammered against my ribs as I threw off my blankets, stumbling toward the door. The corridor outside my room was already filling with smoke, orange flames licking at the walls. I could hear glass cracking from the heat, the wooden beams groaning overhead. "Ethan!" I screamed, spotting his tall figure in the hallway. He turned, his face illuminated by the dancing flames, and for one hopeful moment, our eyes met. I reached for him, choking on the words.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.6

After My Boyfriend Killed Me I Undid His Future

9.6

My boyfriend got into Oxford, but he decided to repeat a year of high school instead. I encouraged him to pursue his studies at Oxford. Later, we both went abroad for our master's degrees and came back to start a successful and happy life. But then, after his high school sweetheart was beaten to death by her husband, he ended up killing me. "It's all your fault, Gabrielle, for pushing me to go to Oxford." "If I had stayed back with Adrianna, she would have married me, and she wouldn’t have suffered from the abuse." So, she was his true love all along. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the time right after the college entrance exams. "Gabrielle, I'm thinking about repeating the year." "Go ahead." ============================== Luca was pleased to hear my support. "Adrianna is going to repeat the year too. With my scores, I can request to be in the same class as her. There shouldn't be any issue." I nodded in agreement.

Fantasy Romance Young Adult

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

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

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? _______________________________ 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?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.7

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

9.7

The crisp morning air filled my lungs as I pushed myself faster through the dense forest surrounding Silvermoon territory. My wolf, Luna, was jubilant beneath my skin, reveling in the freedom of our dawn run. Today marked three years since Marcus and I had completed our mate bond, and despite the growing distance between us, I was determined to make this anniversary special. *He's been so cold lately. Maybe today will be different.* I cut the pack run short, slipping away while the others continued their patrol. Marcus had stayed behind at the pack house, claiming Alpha duties needed his attention. I wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed—a small gesture to rekindle what we once had. As I approached our pack house, I twisted the silver ring my mother had given me—a nervous habit I'd developed whenever anxiety crept in. The mansion loomed ahead, grand and imposing, just like its Alpha master. I shifted back to human form, quickly dressed in the clothes I'd hidden behind a boulder, and entered through the side door.

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