Rejected By The Alpha: The Secret White Wolf Queen
For three years, I was the fated mate of Alpha Damian Blackwood, yet treated as nothing more than a "wolfless" placeholder for his true affection.
On our third anniversary, his precious Omega, Kacie, threw herself down the grand staircase and framed me for attempted murder.
While I lay on the floor with my head cracked open, my Alpha walked right past me, stepping in my pooling blood to scoop up Kacie.
Worse, when a corrupted doctor claimed Kacie was dying, Damian agreed to an ancient, forbidden blood ritual.
He ordered his warriors to hold me down and drain my heart-blood to save her.
He ruthlessly suppressed his Inner Wolf's agonizing howls, willing to let me be bled dry for a woman who was faking it all.
The man the Moon Goddess made for me was sacrificing my life for a scheming Omega's lie.
The ultimate betrayal tore through my soul, and our sacred mate-bond finally withered into ash.
But in that absolute, suffocating despair, a dormant, ancient power within my bloodline suddenly snapped awake.
I broke free, marched to the ritual altar, and ripped off Kacie's bandages to expose her perfectly unblemished skin to the entire room.
Watching Damian's glowing eyes widen in absolute horror, I stood tall.
"I, Celine Moon, reject you, Damian Blackwood, as my mate."
Leaving him collapsing from the agonizing backlash of the severed bond, I walked away to reclaim my true identity as the sole White Wolf heir of the Silver Crescent Pack.
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Chapter 5
Damian POV
The bloodcurdling howl of my Inner Wolf still echoed in the suffocating silence of my office. The Rejection Scroll lay on my desk, its shimmering silver ink mocking the very foundation of my existence. My scent, once a proud storm of pine and leather, was now a rancid cloud of panic and despair.
Marina scoffed, the sound slicing through my agony like a rusted blade.
"See? It's exactly what I said," she sneered, crossing her arms as she stared at the scroll. Her deeply ingrained prejudice blinded her to the reality of the Silver Crescent seal. "Sign it, brother. Call her bluff. Dump that wolfless disgrace once and for all. Kacie is the Luna you actually deserve."
The name *Kacie* hit my ears like a physical blow. My soul was actively bleeding from the tearing Mate-bond, and my sister’s sheer, venomous stupidity was the final strike against my fractured sanity.
A monstrous, inhuman snarl ripped from my chest.
*"Get out!"*
The Alpha's Command exploded from me, heavy, dark, and absolute. Marina’s eyes bulged in sheer terror as her body locked up entirely, her knees slamming into the hardwood floor against her will.
I didn't even look at her. I forced a Mind-Link to my Beta, who was hovering just outside the door. *"Drag her out. If she steps foot in this wing again without my permission, I will strip her of her rank."*
My Beta rushed in, his face pale as he grabbed Marina by the arms, hauling her rigid, trembling body out of the room. The heavy oak doors clicked shut, leaving me entirely alone in a tomb of my own making.
My hands gripped the edge of the mahogany desk until the wood splintered. Driven by a blind, pathetic desperation, I gathered every ounce of my willpower and forced a Mind-Link through the agonizing, static-filled remnants of our sacred bond.
*"Celine!"* I roared into the mental void, my voice cracking with a plea I had never used in my life.
For a second, there was nothing. Then, her voice echoed back—cold, distant, and biting like a Siberian winter wind.
*"What is it, Alpha Blackwood? Did you get the scroll? Sign it."*
Her absolute indifference shredded my heart. She didn't care. She felt nothing for me. The realization twisted my grief into a frantic, irrational jealousy.
*"Is it someone else?"* I demanded, my breathing ragged. *"Did you go back to the Silver Crescent Pack for another Alpha?! Is that why you're doing this so fast?!"*
A soft, humorless laugh echoed in my mind. *"That is none of your business. Go tend to your Omega, Kacie. My biggest mistake was ever believing the Moon Goddess made you for me."*
*"Celine, wait—"*
*Snap.*
She severed the Mind-Link with the brutal force of a guillotine. The sudden, deafening silence in my head felt like a physical blow from a sledgehammer. I stumbled back, clutching my chest as my Inner Wolf whimpered, clawing frantically at the walls of my mind.
She was gone. She wasn't coming back. She would never forgive what Kacie and I had done.
Driven by the blinding, suffocating agony of humiliation and a shattered heart, I snatched the silver pen from my desk. My hand shook violently as I pressed the nib to the heavy parchment. I slashed my signature beneath hers, officially accepting the Rejection.
The moment the ink dried, the world stopped.
A horrific, soul-cleaving pain erupted in my chest, as if invisible hands had reached into my ribcage and ripped my heart in two. I gasped, falling to my knees as a mouthful of dark blood spilled from my lips, staining the velvet rug.
The sacred Mate-bond snapped completely.
I lay on the floor, gasping for air, waiting for the pain to subside, waiting for the release I thought the Rejection would bring. But there was no release.
I inhaled sharply, searching for her. But the faint, lingering scent of jasmine under moonlight and silver frost—the scent that had secretly anchored my soul for three years—was gone. It was wiped from my senses entirely, as if Celine Moon had never existed.
*You killed us,* my Inner Wolf snarled, his voice dripping with pure, venomous hatred toward me. *You threw away our soul.*
I stared at the blood on the floor, the gray, hollow emptiness swallowing me whole. I hadn't just lost a Mate. I had severed the very tether that kept me human, leaving behind a bleeding black hole that would never, ever heal.
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7.5
While packing up her cheating ex-boyfriend's belongings, Giselle found an encrypted black smartphone hidden beneath his old textbooks.
Curiosity made her guess the passcode, only to uncover a horrifying secret.
Her ex had been using stolen lingerie photos of her beautiful roommate to catfish a man named "Oero" out of $1.5 million.
And Oero wasn't just a gullible sugar daddy. He was Dereck Campos, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire known for making his enemies permanently disappear.
The phone suddenly buzzed in her hand with a terrifying message.
"Don't be late. You know what happens when I'm kept waiting."
Giselle's blood ran cold. The lethal trap had snapped shut.
If she showed up, Dereck would see she wasn't the blonde in the photos and kill her.
If she ignored him, his private security would hunt her down anyway.
Her ex had drained the offshore accounts and fled, leaving her as the ultimate scapegoat to face a monster's wrath.
She was just a broke engineering student on a full scholarship.
She hadn't taken a single cent of that dirty money. Why should she pay with her life for a deadly scam she knew nothing about?
But Giselle wasn't going to just curl up and wait to die.
Her analytical mind kicked into overdrive. She sent him a voice note faking a severe illness, and deliberately refused his massive cash transfer to play the proud victim.
She was going to outsmart the most dangerous predator in New York, one calculated lie at a time.
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.
7.4
"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!"
The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls.
But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak.
She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father.
Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate.
***
Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed.
She thought he was her destiny.
Then she watched him tear her father's head from his shoulders.
One night. One betrayal. Her entire family, slaughtered. Her pack, reduced to ashes.
Aurora jumped off a cliff that night-not to die, but to survive. To become something her enemies would never see coming.
An assassin. A ghost. A blade wrapped in silk.
For years, she trained in the shadows, fueled by one single purpose: revenge. Blood for blood. She would make Logan Charming suffer the way she had suffered. She would carve his heart out and feel nothing.
But fate had a cruel sense of humor.
The Moon Goddess looked down at her shattered daughter and laughed.
Because the man who destroyed her life?
The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands?
He was her fated mate.
Now Aurora stands at a crossroads she never asked for. Every instinct screams for vengeance. Every fiber of her being recoils at the bond pulling her toward him.
But Logan? He doesn't care about her hatred. He doesn't care about her blade.
"You can run, little mate," he whispers, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark. "But I will always find you."
And when he does?
He won't just cage her body.
He'll claim her soul.
9.0
I am the undisputed ice queen of the ER, a doctor whose life is built on absolute control. A month ago, I impulsively married a stranger to create a legal shield against my ex-mentor's betrayal.
Our prenup had one strict rule: a fake marriage with zero interference in each other's lives. But tonight, my "husband on paper" was wheeled into my ER, unconscious, reeking of cheap whiskey, and suffering from a bleeding ulcer.
To authorize his emergency surgery, I had to sign the consent form as his wife, detonating a gossip bomb among my colleagues. Worse, his overbearing family found out he was hospitalized. To stop his terrifying mother from flying in and exposing our sham marriage, I had to lean over his hospital bed and take a fake, loving couple's selfie.
I didn't understand why this disciplined math professor was suddenly drinking himself to death, nor why my chest tightened when he looked at me with exhausted eyes and begged for homemade soup. My perfectly ordered, untouchable life was crumbling into a chaotic mess, and I was losing my grip on the narrative.
"We should probably spend some time together beforehand. We could be roommates."
To prepare for an unavoidable family dinner and a wedding, my stranger husband just asked me to move into his apartment. The ultimate uncontrolled variable has just crossed the line, and our fake marriage is about to become dangerously real.
9.3
On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline.
For their amusement, I was poisoned with food contaminated with dog feces, publicly humiliated with a twenty-million-dollar auction scam, and beaten until my ribs broke by his family's private security. I endured it all, playing the part of the clueless, loving wife while they laughed about it in a group chat called "The Jillian Andrews Comedy Hour."
But their grand finale was a step too far. I overheard him calmly planning to leave me to die in a remote cabin during a blizzard, a "tragic accident" that would finally set him free to be with his mistress.
He thought he was writing the final chapter of my life.
He didn't know I was about to use his murder plot as my own perfect escape. I faked my death, vanished into thin air, and left him to explain to the world how his beloved wife disappeared off the face of the earth.
7.7
Rory stood on the witness stand, forced by her father into an impossible choice: secure her dying mother's medical funding, or save her innocent boyfriend.
She looked Corbin right in his trusting eyes and lied to the court, testifying that he was the one driving the car during the fatal hit-and-run, sending him to a maximum-security prison for ten years.
The betrayal destroyed him. Corbin's father died of a heart attack upon hearing the guilty verdict. Six years later, Corbin returned as a ruthless billionaire and systematically blacklisted Rory from every job in the city. He cornered her into singing at his private club, humiliating her by forcing her to drink scotch—knowing she was severely allergic—and making her throw away his promise ring just to earn a stack of cash.
"Remember this moment. This is only the beginning."
She endured his cruel revenge because she was hiding a desperate secret: she was raising his five-year-old daughter, Willa. But when Willa's congenital heart defect suddenly worsened, requiring an impossible one-million-dollar surgery, Rory realized Corbin's calculated blockade had left her completely trapped with no way to save their child.
Staring at the sterile hospital walls, the last shred of her guilt burned away, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. He had destroyed her career and backed her into a corner, but he was the only one with the money. Wiping her tears, Rory turned and headed straight for Vance Tower.