Rejected Luna: Fated To A Cursed Alpha
Elena spent her entire life carrying the weight of a name nobody cared to remember. As an orphaned Omega, she lived beneath the boots of her own pack, forced to endure mockery, orders, and endless humiliation while everyone around her treated her like she didn't belong among them.
Through every miserable year, she held on to one fragile belief. Once she turned eighteen, the Moon Goddess would finally lead her to her destined mate, and that bond would become her way out of the cruel life she had suffered through for so long.
Instead, fate tore her apart in the worst possible way.
The man tied to her soul turned out to be Alpha Caleb, the cold and merciless ruler of her pack. Unfortunately for Elena, his heart already belonged to Natalie, the vicious woman who strutted around the territory as though the Luna title already belonged to her.
Rather than accepting the sacred bond between them, Caleb cast Elena aside without hesitation. In front of the entire pack, he continued to shower Natalie with affection while treating Elena like a stain he wanted erased. Within a single moment, every dream Elena had treasured collapsed, leaving her trapped in a humiliation that followed her everywhere she went.
When it seemed like there was nothing left for her to lose, another Alpha entered her life.
Davis came from beyond the pack borders, carrying rumors dark enough to make even seasoned wolves uneasy. People whispered about the curse tied to his bloodline, and many feared the destruction that seemed to follow his family wherever they went. Yet beneath the mystery and danger surrounding him, Davis offered Elena something nobody else ever had.
While Caleb chose status, power, and appearances, Davis made her feel seen. For the first time in her life, Elena began to wonder if destiny had given her another path. Maybe he was the chance she needed to finally claim the love, freedom, and strength that had always been denied to her.
Will Elena continue chasing a mate who never wanted her? Or will she walk away from the pain of rejection and embrace the man who could help her rebuild the broken pieces of her life?
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Chapter 4
Davis's POV:
Every leader of the Shadowfang pack sat around the council chamber that night, and the pressure inside the room felt unbearable. Their aged faces carried years of authority and tradition, while the cold looks directed at me already made their judgment clear before a single sentence was spoken.
I stayed where I was with my arms folded tightly across my chest. My jaw locked as I waited for the lecture I already knew was coming.
"This has gone on long enough, Davis," Adrian said sternly. "The pack needed a successor. If you kept refusing marriage, everything our bloodline built would eventually fall apart."
Pain cut through my palms as my claws pressed deeper into my skin. Rage already burned through me, and I no longer bothered hiding it when I answered them.
"And what about the woman you'll chain to me?" I asked harshly. "She'll die the same way the others did. Every wife connected to my bloodline ended up buried because of this curse."
From across the table, Ryna slowly leaned forward. Time had aged her face, but the sharpness in her gray eyes remained untouched.
"We were fully aware of the curse, Davis. But Shadowfang's survival carried more weight than your fear of repeating the past. You protected this pack now, but power alone wouldn't secure its future forever."
Their words settled heavily inside my chest. No matter how many years passed, the curse always found its way back to me. My family carried it through generations, and every woman who entered our bloodline paid the price for it. After the mating bond, the full moons slowly destroyed them one by one. Some survived a year. Others barely lasted months.
None escaped it.
How many lives had already been sacrificed because of this cursed lineage?
Stories passed down through generations claimed the Moon Goddess cursed our bloodline after the first Alpha shattered a sacred promise and abandoned the mate bond she personally blessed. Wolves rejecting their destined partners wasn't unheard of, so what made our ancestor different? Why did his actions provoke enough fury to doom every generation after him?
Nobody had ever learned the truth.
I stepped away from the council table and looked out the window. Storm clouds swallowed the moon until only shadows remained.
"You still think producing an heir would solve this?" I asked coldly. "The curse wouldn't end with my wife. It would destroy my child too."
A weary breath escaped Adrian.
"There might still be hope. We couldn't ignore that possibility."
I turned toward them so fast the chair behind me scraped harshly across the floor.
"There was never any hope. This curse destroyed every woman tied to my bloodline, and it would keep destroying anyone connected to me. My strength didn't matter. None of it did. Those Northern Alphas gathered around me because they wanted power for themselves. Not one of them cared about the curse slowly ruining my life."
Ryna held my gaze without hesitation.
"Power was the reason the North remained standing. That was exactly why the other Alphas still chose to follow you despite the curse. And that was also why your bloodline couldn't end with you, Davis. The North would collapse without its strongest Alpha."
The truth in her words wasn't lost on me. Shadowfang stood tall because of the strength I carried on my back. Every alliance we formed and every oath sworn between packs existed because of me. Still, none of it changed what I became. Behind the title and power, I was only a man ruined by a curse that poisoned everyone near me.
"Alpha Caleb wants to tie our packs together," Adrian said. His voice turned firmer when I stayed silent. "He's offering one of his Omegas as part of the arrangement. She means nothing to him because Omegas sit at the bottom of his pack anyway. But if you accept her, you'll have his loyalty."
Disgust twisted inside me at once. I hated deals where people were handed around like bargaining tools. As for Caleb, I already knew the kind of man he was. Self serving. Greedy.
A slow breath left me while I shut my eyes. The air in the room felt heavier than before. "If this happens, I'm doing it for the pack. Nothing else."
"That's all we need," Ryna replied.
Her approval only made the guilt worse.
The pressure in my chest grew worse. Somewhere out there was a woman whose life would rot beside mine because of me. Yet there was no other path left for me to take. Twenty seven years had already passed without finding a soulmate. By now, I understood what that meant. Love was never meant for someone cursed like me.
The ride toward Scarlet Howl passed without trouble, but my thoughts refused to settle.
By the time we reached Caleb's territory, the entire pack looked strangely energized. Wolves filled the grounds while laughter echoed around them.
"Alpha Davis. You've honored my pack just by coming here."
A low grunt was all I gave him in return.
Without wasting time, he guided me deeper into the territory until we reached a large hall flooded with sharp light. Then he lifted a hand and gestured toward a quiet corner away from the others.
"That's the Omega I mentioned. Elena."
The moment I looked in her direction, my chest tightened for a second.
Soft strands of blonde hair framed her like threads of gold under the harsh light. She looked painfully delicate, standing there stiff and uneasy like something cornered with nowhere left to run. There was a quiet softness in her features that didn't seem real at first glance, yet the sharpness beneath her cheeks exposed how little she'd been given. Even while lowering her head, she didn't appear obedient. It felt more like she was trying to make herself disappear.
Then she stepped closer. Warm apples and sweetness wrapped around me, stirring the wolf inside me. My gaze caught her pale gray eyes, distant behind a veil of fog.
"Alpha Davis," Caleb called out, dragging me out of my thoughts. "I'm sure she'll serve her purpose well."
The way he spoke about her tightened my jaw. There wasn't any care in his voice. To him, she was business, and the way he looked at her only deepened my disgust.
Elena stood there quietly while fear settled across her face, but Caleb treated her like she was nothing more than something to hand over for profit. Every part of this arrangement reeked of manipulation.
"Prepare the agreement," I instructed evenly.
Satisfaction spread across Caleb's face almost instantly. "You won't regret this. I'll have everything settled right away."
I had barely turned away when a sharp voice sliced through the hall.
"You useless little thing!"
I recognized the voice immediately. Natalie.
She was the woman meant to become the future Luna of this pack. Years ago, her father tried arranging a marriage between us, but I turned it down without hesitation. She was selfish, poisonous, and impossible to trust. In the end, Caleb became the one willing to take her.
I turned sharply toward the commotion.
Natalie had Elena by the arm, her fingers digging in so hard that the Omega struggled to pull away. Pain spread across Elena's face while she fought against the hold, but Natalie refused to loosen her grip.
A mocking smile curved across Natalie's lips. "You should be grateful a pack like this is even willing to take you in. Someone like you should know your place instead of embarrassing everyone around you."
My voice cut through the hall before Elena could answer. "Mind the way you speak."
Natalie stiffened at once and let go of Elena's arm. A second later, she forced an innocent expression onto her face.
"Alpha Davis, you've misunderstood. I wasn't trying to cause trouble."
"I don't care for explanations," I said flatly. "Control yourself."
Embarrassment darkened her expression, but spite still lingered in her eyes.
"She's only an Omega," she muttered bitterly. "At the end of the day, that's all she'll ever be."
I stepped closer, letting my presence crash down over the room.
"What becomes of her isn't your business," I warned. "Don't test my patience again."
The color drained from her face. She immediately took a step back before lowering her gaze.
"I apologize," she said quietly.
Without another glance at her, I shifted my attention to Caleb.
"You should teach your people respect."
His jaw tightened while he shot Natalie an irritated look. "Forgive the scene," he said through clenched teeth.
But that wasn't the part that bothered me. The way his eyes kept drifting toward Elena didn't escape my notice, and irritation settled heavily inside me because of it.
I called for Brandon, my Beta.
"See to her," I said to Brandon, motioning toward Elena. "Get her belongings ready. We're leaving in two hours."
Without questioning me, Brandon gave a short nod and headed toward her.
I started walking again, ready to put the matter behind me.
Then something unsettled me.
A strange pull lingered in my chest, faint but impossible to ignore. It felt like something unseen kept dragging my attention back toward her. Part of me wanted to turn around. To look at Elena one more time. I forced the feeling down and kept moving.
Emotions had no place in this arrangement.
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8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
7.9
Estrella Ward gave five years of her life to her husband, draining her trust fund to save him from bankruptcy and raising his son as her own.
But one night, she woke up in a freezing hotel room, drugged, with a stranger's bite marks on her skin.
Her husband burst through the door with cameras, his vicious family, and her ten-year-old stepson, publicly framing her as a cheating whore.
The horrifying truth soon surfaced: her husband had drugged her himself, selling her body to his Wall Street boss to secure a senior partnership.
Estrella fought back with hidden security footage, blackmailing him into submission after discovering she was pregnant with his boss's child.
But fate dealt a cruel blow. She was diagnosed with aggressive, terminal breast cancer.
She refused to abort the baby to keep her leverage, but the cancer spread too fast.
She died alone in a cold hospital room, her vengeance unfinished, while her husband and his cruel family celebrated.
They thought they had successfully buried her and her secrets forever, escaping unpunished for destroying her life.
But when she gasped for air and opened her eyes again, she wasn't in a cold grave.
She was in a sterile hospital bed, looking at the perfectly manicured hands of Brooklyn Thompson—the notorious, empty-headed socialite everyone despised.
Estrella's soul had survived the abyss.
"You're going to pay for every drop of blood."
She clenched her new fists, the fire of her vengeance burning brighter than ever.
7.4
Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum.
She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection.
The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her.
Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind.
"I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back."
How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival.
Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.
7.3
Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined.
On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry.
In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her.
Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit.
Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite.
Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her.
"This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered.
Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status.
But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust.
Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air.
"If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family."
"But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez."
She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.