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 6
Celine POV
The phantom ache in my chest was finally fading into a dull, manageable throb. It had been a few days since the Rejection was finalized, severing the Mate-bond completely. While Damian was likely drowning in the consequences of his own arrogance, I was standing in the sleek, glass-walled lobby of Universe Group, ready to rebuild my life from the ground up.
The air in the corporate headquarters was a sharp mix of roasted coffee, fresh printer paper, and the faint, underlying pheromones of the werewolf employees bustling around me.
I was led into a minimalist glass interview room overlooking the city. Sitting across the long table were three interviewers, but my eyes immediately locked onto the woman in the center.
Vickie Thorne.
She was from a low-ranking family in the Silver Crescent Pack. Even before I was sent away to the human world as a child, she had harbored a bitter, venomous jealousy toward me. Now, seeing me sitting across from her, her eyes gleamed with undisguised malicious glee.
"Well, well," Vickie sneered, carelessly flipping through my portfolio before tossing it aside. "A rejected Mate. A wolfless disgrace dumped by Alpha Blackwood. Why would Universe Group ever hire a stain on our kind? I bet your degree from the Presal Institute of Art is as fake as your pedigree."
I kept my posture perfectly straight, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. "My qualifications speak for themselves, Ms. Thorne. Professionalism dictates we focus on the role, not personal grudges."
My calm demeanor only infuriated her more. Her face flushed, and she snatched a thick, blue folder from the table, slamming it down in front of me.
"Fine. Let's test those 'qualifications,'" she spat. "This is a stalled coastal resort project. Construction was halted because the layout disrupted the local Pack's ecosystem, driving their Inner Wolves into a manic frenzy. Solve it. Right now."
She leaned back, crossing her arms, waiting for me to humiliate myself.
I opened the file. I didn't need to analyze the complex human engineering data. Deep within my soul, my hidden White Wolf stirred. The ancient, sacred connection to the Moon Goddess hummed in my veins, allowing me to feel the very pulse of the earth and the tides through the blueprints.
"The current layout blocks the natural ley lines," I said smoothly, tracing a finger over the map. "If we realign the main structures to flow with the tides and channel the moonlight through open-air atriums, it won't just restore the ecosystem. It will create a sanctuary. The architecture itself will resonate with the lunar cycles, naturally soothing a wolf's primal instincts."
The two older werewolf executives sitting beside Vickie leaned in, their eyes wide with absolute fascination. I could literally feel their own Inner Wolves settling, lulled into a state of peace by the mere concept of my design.
"Brilliant," one of the men murmured, looking at me with newfound immense respect. "It breathes with the Pack. You're hired."
"No!" Vickie shrieked, slamming her hands on the table. Her face was twisted in ugly, desperate rage. "She stole this! She probably stole it from some filthy Rogue architect! That's why Blackwood rejected her—she was sent away because she has tainted, Rogue-loving blood!"
The two executives hesitated, the heavy accusation of Rogue association hanging in the air. I took a breath, preparing to tear her lies apart, but I didn't have to.
The heavy glass door swung open.
Instantly, the air in the room grew impossibly heavy, saturated with the commanding, authoritative scent of sun-warmed parchment and cedar. The sheer Alpha aura radiating from the doorway forced the two executives to lower their heads in immediate submission.
Alpha Carter Steele, the acting CEO of Universe Group and my grandfather's most trusted ally, stepped into the room.
He didn't even glance at Vickie. His eyes, warm yet holding an undeniable power, met mine.
"Welcome to Universe Group, Ms. Moon," Carter said, his voice a smooth, resonant baritone that left no room for argument. "Your office is already prepared."
Then, he slowly turned his head toward Vickie. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by an icy, suffocating glare that made her tremble violently in her chair.
"As for you, Ms. Thorne," Carter said, his tone dropping to a lethal whisper. "My office. Now. We need to have a serious discussion about your loyalty to this Pack."
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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.