Rejected By The Alpha: The Hidden Luna's Revenge
For five years, I hid my identity as a legendary White Wolf, swallowing suppressants that tasted like ash just to protect Alpha Grafton.
I played the role of the spineless "Shadow," enduring his pack's ridicule and his cold indifference, all to fulfill a promise I made to his dead twin brother.
But when I finally exposed my powers to save Grafton from a rigged car crash, shattering my leg with liquid silver in the process, he didn't thank me.
Instead, he stepped over my bleeding body to comfort Cherrelle, a socialite who was faking a wrist injury.
He believed her lies over my sacrifice.
When I tried to warn him about the poison in his drink, he forced me to swallow the Wolfsbane myself.
He watched me convulse on the floor, calling me a "drama queen."
He even threw me into a dog kennel, crushing the only photo I had of his brother—the man I actually loved—under his boot.
He thought I was a stalker obsessed with him.
He didn't know I drank black coffee I hated every morning just to be in sync with him, or that the "jealousy" he saw was actually grief for the ghost of his twin.
Broken and done, I stood on the edge of Blackwood Bridge and sent him one final text.
"I'm going to be with the man I actually love."
Then, I rejected him as my mate, severed the bond that linked our souls, and let the dark river wash away five years of lies.
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Chapter 2
Grafton POV:
My hand was still tingling. Like I'd grabbed a live wire.
"Get her to the pack hospital!" I barked.
My wolf, Fenrir, was losing his mind. Mate. Hurt. Protect.
I shoved him down. Impossible, I thought. She's a human. A stray. Justen's pet project. She can't be.
But the spark...
At the hospital, the doctors swarmed her.
"Alpha," Dr. Evans said, frowning at the monitors. "Her healing factor is garbage. It's like her system is dormant. The silver is eating her alive."
"Fix her," I growled.
"Grafton?"
Cherrelle's voice grated on my ears. She was sitting in a wheelchair she didn't need, holding a wrist that wasn't broken.
"Baby, I'm traumatized," she sniffled. "That Rogue... he looked at me."
I looked at Cayla, bleeding out on the table. Then I looked at Cherrelle.
Logic said Cayla saved my life. Logic said that spark meant she was my other half.
But paranoia whispered louder. She hid her power. She used a Voice command on the Gamma. What else is she hiding? Is she a witch? A spy?
"Grafton," Cherrelle whined. "My wrist hurts."
I needed to think. I needed distance from the confusing scent of vanilla and rain coming from Cayla.
"Dr. Evans," I said, my voice cold. "Check Miss Hughes. She's... in shock."
"But Alpha," Evans protested. "Miss Bass is critical."
"She's tough. She'll live," I lied to myself. "That's an order."
I walked out, leaving my potential Mate to bleed alone.
Cayla POV:
I woke up to silence. No beeping machines. No nurses.
My leg throbbed with a dull, toxic ache. I looked down. Bandaged, but the blood was seeping through. The silver was still in there, fighting the suppressants.
Thirsty.
I dragged myself out of bed. I grabbed an IV pole and shuffled into the hallway.
Laughter drifted from the VIP suite.
I looked in. Grafton was sitting on the bed, holding an ice pack to Cherrelle's perfectly fine wrist. He was releasing calming pheromones—a luxury he'd never wasted on me.
Cherrelle spotted me. Her eyes narrowed, and she launched into a performance worthy of an Oscar.
"Ah!" she shrieked, flinching away. "She's doing it again! She's in my head!"
Grafton spun around.
"What are you doing?" he roared.
"Water," I rasped.
"Liar!" Cherrelle cried. "She's projecting pain! Make it stop!"
Grafton marched toward me. He didn't see the blood on my gown. He only saw the threat to his precious socialite.
He grabbed my arm. His grip bruised.
"I told you to stay away from her," he snarled.
He shoved me.
I hit the wall hard. My head cracked against the plaster.
I slid to the floor, seeing stars.
Grafton loomed over me, eyes glowing red. He wasn't thinking. He was reacting to Cherrelle's distress signals like a puppet.
"You are nothing," he spat. "You will never be Luna. You aren't even worthy to clean her shoes."
My heart didn't break. It just stopped beating for a second.
"I, Grafton Mcleod, Command you," he bellowed, the Alpha magic pinning me to the floor. "Do not come near us."
I lay in my own blood, watching the man I saved walk back to the woman who wanted me dead.
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7.7
The Cameron family clinic smelled like lemon polish and impending death. For three years, I'd been a vessel in a cold, forced marriage to Underboss Kade Cameron. But today, the doctor's words would shatter everything.
"No heartbeat," Dr. Finch declared, then, "Stage IV gastric cancer. Terminal." A double death sentence. As the world tilted, a news alert flashed: Kade, my husband, parading his mistress, Carla Shaw, across Europe-"a love that defies family lines."
Dying and carrying his dead child, I overheard nurses gossip Kade wanted me gone for his "true love." I chose to feel the D&C agony, cleansing him from my soul. Stumbling out, Kade accused me of killing his child, then rushed Carla, feigning illness, to OB/GYN, ignoring my bleeding and dying state.
Back at the mansion, I vomited blood, my body failing. Kade watched with disgust, dismissing my terminal diagnosis as a "performance." He called me "collateral," a "debt payment," then left me for his mistress. The last shred of loyalty shattered, replaced by chilling clarity.
I signed the divorce papers he dismissed as a "tantrum," leaving his ring. No longer a Cameron, no longer his possession. With Fluffy, I made one call, choosing to die on my own terms, finally free.
8.7
For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.
On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.
He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
8.2
For five years, I was the invisible glue holding Damien Crawford together. I was the one who pulled him from a burning car until the skin melted off my back, and I was the one who donated bone marrow when he was on death's door. I even gave up a full-ride scholarship to MIT just to be his nurse.
Yet, he believed his mistress, Hadley, was his savior. To him, I was just the maid's daughter who changed his bedpans—a piece of furniture he could abuse while he planned his wedding to another woman.
But his cruelty didn't stop at verbal abuse. When my father suffered a massive heart attack, Damien refused to let me use the car, choosing to comfort Hadley over a fake panic attack instead.
His mother even slashed the tires to ensure I couldn't leave.
While my father died cold and alone, Damien stabbed a needle into my hand just to teach me a lesson about "respect," oblivious to the fact that the scars on my skin were the receipt for his life.
He didn't know he was torturing the only person who had ever truly loved him. But the girl who begged for crumbs of affection died along with her father that day.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number saved simply as a dot.
"He's dead," I whispered to the man on the other end—Anderson Morrison, the city's most feared Don and my sworn protector.
"I'm coming," he replied, his voice lethal. "And I'm bringing the army."
It was time to show Damien that he hadn't just mistreated a maid; he had declared war on a Queen.
8.3
Bound by fate, Torn by desire, Forbidden by choice.
Rhyna, a healer omega, never asked for war, or to be taken prisoner. But when the feared Alpha, Conan, drags her into the heart of enemy territory, her world flips upside down.
He claims she is his Luna, destined by a bond she refuses to accept. She is determined to fight, to resist, to survive... but Conan's dominance, power, and the pull of their inexplicable bond test everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
In a world where packs clash and hearts are weapons, can a healer survive the Alpha's desires, and resist the pull of a mate she never wanted?
7.6
AKARI TANAKA didn't know she was a werewolf until she inherited a murder.
Summoned to a remote Carpathian town, she learns she's the last heir of an ancient alpha line-and her great-uncle's suspicious death has thrown the local packs into a war for succession. As her own latent power violently awakens, Akari is caught between a ruthless rival alpha who wants to control her and a fanatical uncle whose faked death masks a plan to sacrifice her in a ritual that will rewrite reality.
To prevent a genocide of her own kind, Akari must forge an alliance with her enemy, master the wolf within, and confront the monstrous truth of her bloodline.
The price of leadership is sacrifice. The cost of failure is annihilation. But in Lupinara, the greatest predator isn't the wolf... it's the past.
8.2
In my previous life, I, Claire Holloway, was eight months pregnant, kneeling in a storm, begging Lucas Ashford to save the bankrupt Holloway family.
But he held his first love, Vanessa Wren, in his arms, looking down at me with cold disdain.
"The Holloway family's downfall was orchestrated by me. Did you really think I'd fall for a spoiled rich girl like you? If it weren't for getting my revenge today, I'd have found even touching you disgusting."
In despair, I died that freezing night—two lives lost with me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was diagnosed with pregnancy.
Lucas was gently peeling shrimp for me, smiling as he asked what kind of diamond ring I wanted.
I looked at his hypocritical face and let out a quiet, cold laugh.
This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake again.