Rejected by the Alpha's Choice

I found out Axton had taken a mate when their child was already born. In the pack hall, his friend Stefan asked him how he planned to explain it to me. He just scoffed: “It’s natural for a future Alpha to have a mate and a chosen companion. She has no right to demand an explanation from me.” “Besides, Victoria is possessive. It’s better not to tell her yet, or she might do something reckless to harm my child.” We’d grown up together, and three years ago, I left for a pack ceremony. He promised me, “It’ll always be just you and me. When you return, we’ll have our mark ceremony.” This time, I didn’t cry or beg him to explain why he’d broken his promise. I turned and left, accepting the mate bond with Josue Cruz. Finally, I let go of my love for him. ......

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Chapter 3

I was seven years old when I came to the Taylor pack, only because my father had done a great service to Alpha Taylor, and they had become close allies.

After my parents tragically died at the hands of rogues, Alpha Taylor brought me into their household. But both Alpha Taylor and his Luna, Margaret, were often busy, and their care for me was inevitably a bit lacking.

Added to that, when I first arrived, I was unfamiliar with the pack and extremely timid.

I tiptoed through every day, careful in everything I did, even afraid to eat too much at meals.

Being an orphan, the pack's lower-ranking members gradually began to bully me.

Once, I remember an Omega slacked off and forgot to bring me food, and I went hungry for an entire day.

Starving, I snuck into the kitchen to get something to eat.

But I was caught by the kitchen staff, who accused me of stealing.

Just as I was in despair, it was Axton who helped me. He scolded them fiercely:

"Victoria is the daughter of our pack's savior. Who dares to treat her like this?"

He reprimanded the staff and reported it to Luna Margaret.

Luna was furious and exiled several of the Omegas who had been bullying me. After that, my life improved.

That was the first time I met him, and later I learned he was the eldest son of the Taylor pack, the future Alpha.

He was also the one with whom I had a verbal promise of becoming mates.

After that, he would ask about me every day when he returned to the packhouse, taking great care of me.

He always said, "Victoria, don't be afraid. From now on, I’m your family."

On the day of my Come of Age Ceremony, he was drunk and, uncharacteristically bold, barged into my room, holding me tightly in his arms.

He said he loved me and wanted me to be his Luna.

At that moment, I was overjoyed and couldn’t help but nod.

From then on, I always dreamed of becoming his mate.

Back in my room, I was still lost in those memories when the door suddenly burst open.

It was Camila.

She was wearing a stunning dress, her eyes brimming with a mix of feigned innocence and hidden triumph as she said to me:

"Victoria, you’re back. I have something to tell you. Axton has taken me as his chosen mate, and we’ve had a child. Once you join the pack, he’ll formally mark me as his mate."

"I’m sorry, Victoria, but Axton fell for me, and I couldn’t refuse…"

She shed two tears, her eyes red, but deep within them was a glint of challenge.

In that moment, she finally revealed the ambition she had been hiding all along.

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The leather-bound folder felt heavy in my hands as I slid it across the polished oak table toward Austin. Five years of work, countless late nights, and careful negotiations had gone into these trade agreements. The Shadow Ridge Pack would prosper because of them—because of me. "You've outdone yourself, Gia," Austin said, barely glancing at the meticulously prepared documents. His fingers drummed against the table as he practiced his speech for the tenth time. "The Alpha will be impressed." I smiled, ignoring the familiar ache in my chest. "The Silver Moon delegation will be here in an hour. Is everything ready?" "Everything's set." Austin straightened his tie, his eyes darting to the door. "This is our moment. Once we secure this alliance, no one will question my position anymore." I stepped closer, my fingers reaching for his collar.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.7

After My Wolf Died to Save Him, He Betrayed Me

8.7

I balanced the heavy oak tray against my hip, the rich, savory aroma of roasted garlic, crushed tomatoes, and fresh basil rising from the warm porcelain plate. I had spent three hours in the pack kitchens kneading the dough for this pasta, my hands dusted with flour and aching from the effort. It was a labor of love. For ten years, serving Adrian his favorite human meals had been my quiet ritual, my way of showing my fated mate that he was still cherished, even if he was confined to a wheelchair. Ten years ago, a rogue attack had nearly taken his life. In a desperate, bloody moment of pure devotion, I had channeled every ounce of my aura and the very life force of my inner wolf to heal his torn throat. The sacrifice had permanently severed my connection to my wolf, leaving me a broken, wolfless Omega. The pack mocked me, treating me like dirt beneath their boots, but I endured it all for Adrian. We were two broken pieces, or so I thought. As I approached his private quarters, I noticed the heavy mahogany door was cracked open just an inch.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.8

Betrayal Shatters Alpha's Realm

9.8

The dining hall buzzed with warmth and laughter as pack members gathered around the long oak table, celebrating my pup's three-month milestone. Candles flickered against the stone walls, casting dancing shadows that should have felt cozy but instead seemed to mock the hollow ache in my chest. I moved between the kitchen and dining area, serving platters of roasted venison and fresh bread, my hands steady despite the exhaustion that had plagued me since childbirth. "Look at those little fingers," Beta Marcus's mate cooed, leaning over the bassinet where my son slept peacefully. "He's going to be strong like his father." Alexander sat at the head of the table, his Alpha presence commanding attention as usual. Savanna occupied the seat to his right—a position that should have been mine as Luna, but I'd grown used to serving rather than sitting. She wore a pristine white dress that emphasized her glowing skin and perfectly styled blonde hair, a stark contrast to my simple gray tunic that hung loose on my still-recovering frame. "The nose is definitely Alexander's," Elder Catherine observed, her weathered hands clasped in front of her. "But those eyes... they're quite unique." I set down a bowl of honey-glazed carrots, my wolf stirring uneasily within me.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.7

My Alpha Chose a Younger Luna Over Me

8.7

The ink on the trade treaty with the Northern Timber Pack was barely dry. It had taken me six months of grueling negotiations, sleepless nights, and endless strategic maneuvering to secure these borders, but looking at the signature on the final page, I knew it was worth it. This treaty would secure the Silver Crescent Pack’s prosperity for another decade. I smoothed the skirt of my emerald evening gown, the silk cool against my fingertips, and walked down the hallway toward the Alpha’s office. The Unity Gala was already in full swing downstairs; the floorboards vibrated slightly with the bass of the music and the stomping of feet. I wanted to give Hayden the good news before we made our entrance. I wanted to see his eyes light up, to hear him acknowledge that we had done this together. I was a fool. As I reached the heavy mahogany door, my hand raised to knock, a sound stopped me cold. It was laughter.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.3

Rejected by the Alpha Who Sacrificed Our Pup for His Affair

9.3

Five-year-old Raina was in a horrific car accident and was severely injured. My mate, Derrick Reynolds, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack and a chief physician, deliberately delayed her surgery. Through the hospital room door, I overheard his conversation with a healer from our pack. "If you delay the treatment any longer, it could become a serious problem. Raina is still so young. Aren’t you worried she might actually die on the operating table?" Derrick’s voice was icy, his alpha tone cutting through the air like a blade. "If she dies, she dies." "Jade is already pregnant. If Raina is still around, I can’t fully love her child." "Besides, Jade isn’t feeling well today, and I can’t focus on the surgery." My heart was shattered, and I could barely stand. The happiness I thought I had was nothing more than a facade. The mate bond between us, once strong and unbreakable, now felt like a chain tightening around my neck.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.0

Rejected Mate's Revenge

8.0

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of Crescent Academy's grand hall, casting golden light across the polished wooden floors. I sat in the front row, my heart swelling with pride as I watched Zander cross the stage. Three years of sacrifice, late nights, and endless support had led to this moment. "Ladies and gentlemen," the headmaster announced, his voice echoing through the hall, "our valedictorian, Zander Campbell, has demonstrated extraordinary leadership skills and tactical brilliance throughout his time at Crescent Academy." Zander stepped forward, his tall frame commanding attention. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his ceremonial Alpha robes fit him like they were made specifically for him—which, considering how much I'd invested in his education, they practically were. "Today marks not just an ending, but a beginning," Zander's voice carried confidently across the hall. "A beginning where we will build stronger packs, forge unbreakable alliances, and lead with both strength and wisdom." My fingers traced the intricate patterns on my dress as I listened. Those words—they were from the strategic frameworks I'd developed and shared with him during late-night study sessions. The pride in my chest expanded. This was our victory, our future.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected by the Alpha's Choice

Chapter 3

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