Rejected Luna: Mated to the king of Alphas
The powerful white wolf promised to return but no one could predict how subtle and humble her return would be. They expect a great appearance and ignore a quiet and unpredictable arrival and it's a legendary fact that whoever mates with her, becomes the most powerful Lycan to ever exist. Many Alphas and Lycans await the return of the Legendary white wolf and when Alpha Kasper of the Cliffwood pack discovered that his destined mate from the moon goddess for him was the wolfless Omega Amelia, daughter of the Pack's Beta, he tortured her and rejected her. And just when he thought she wouldn't survive his rejection, a twist followed, he realised that his rejected mate was the long awaited White wolf, his world came crashing and a curse was left behind....
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Chapter 1
At the centre stood Amelia, the Alpha of the Cliffwood pack, the last of the white wolf dynasty. Her silver mane ran with blood, and her golden eyes blazed like flame against the dark.
At her feet lay the aftermath of a bloody war...bodies of rebels, rogue wolves littered the ground and their blood which cannot be touched by anyone.
This final battle came without warning, not just rogues or traitors, but something worse, an alliance. Greedy for her power and afraid of what she represented, they came at dawn, unannounced attacked the Cliffwood pack.
Blood dripped from the sides of her lips as she dropped to her knee, her body was weak and exhausted.
All she wanted was to lie down and sleep.
But no, across the battlefield, she saw her warriors fighting so bravely all because they believed in her.
Her fingers curled into the earth.
"No. This would not be their end..." she said to herself.
She slowly rose, with all difficulty.
"If the price is giving up my life..." she whispered. "Then so be it."
Something within her answered the call, something deeper and older than she was.
Her golden eyes flared brighter than ever, blazing across the battlefield like a sun.
A scream tore from the sky itself as the explosion of her aura consumed the battlefield, erasing everything in its path.
And there, in the midst of the ruin, Amelia lay with eyes half shut...
The White Wolf.
She's magnificent, despite dying, her fur shimmered like the bright star on a full moon breaking through the very core of darkness.
She wasn't just a leader, she was their protector, she was a power to be reckoned with. She has built a legacy, she was the last blood in the dynasty of the white wolf.
And now, she was dying. Her breath faded, each exhale shallower than the last. A wave of fear swept through the crowd. Just before her eyes closed forever, she spoke her promise, her voice lingering in the air.
"I shall return to you...I promise, I shall return to you someday. But tell me, will you recognize me when I do?"
She paused and breathed hard, as if gathering her remaining strength.
"Without this strength and this royal robe, with a different identity, will you still recognize me?"
She asked and before anyone could give an answer, her eyes closed.
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Amelia snapped her eyes open. They blazed a deep yellow, then slowly dimmed back to normal.
She jolted upright, gasping, her heart pounding against her ribs. Sweat beaded on her skin, and her hands trembling as though they still held the weight of war.
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He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
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Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
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Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
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Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
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7.9
For five years, April Gamble loved Julian Travis with everything she had, trusting him completely.
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9.4
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.
Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.
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I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.
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The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.
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Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.