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 7
The ceremony continued. Alpha Kasper apologised to the other Alpha's who had arrived to grace this special occasion. Nana couldn't bear it, she was humiliated by the Beta so much, using hateful words on her.
Amelia had become a prisoner for committing no sin. Why shouldn't they blame the moon goddess if anyone was to be blamed? It was not Amelia's doing nor was she envisaging the position of a Luna.
Chelsea was furious. Because of Amelia, her position as the Luna of that pack will not be affirmed. If Kasper doesn't reject her, there's no way he can be with her. Why was this woman born to ruin her life and happiness?
Nana wanted to leave but stayed behind. She needs to plead with the Royal family to lessen Amelia's punishment. She's not a criminal, she shouldn't be imprisoned.
The ceremony soon ended. The Alpha had been in a terrible mood. The Alphas that came from other packs were entertained and soon bade a farewell.
Alpha Kasper retired to the pack house. His eyes were fiery red, obviously not pleased with the outcome of who his mate was. He was supposed to have the second part of the ceremony, the mating ceremony, but it was cancelled.
Chelsea walked in and placed her hand on him "It turned out that the ceremony was not as exciting as we thought. Everything got ruined, thanks to the cursed Omega. I wished you had rejected her and let her die.
What use does her existence do to anyone? It only brought her misery and dragged everyone in the pack into this misery. How can there be a new Alpha and no Luna, can't you see how unfortunate she was?
I wished the royal mother hadn't intervened. You should have just rejected her and have her thrown out of the pack. It would be amazing if she turns out to become a meal for the rogues. That's what she deserves.
But I am here for you,Kasper. I am your childhood friend and lover. We've been together for long and today would have been our mating ceremony, but that woman ruined it..." Chelsea gnawed.
"I will make her life miserable. She doesn't want to be rejected, but she would experience a fate worse than rejection" Kasper growled.
"I'm with you Kasper. The moon goddess must have been slumbering to have mistakenly linked you with that cursed Amelia. It was me, she snatched it away from me by her curse. She wants to separate us and be the fated one to you" Chelsea insinuated.
It's in the destiny that the Beta's daughter should be the destined mate to the Alpha. But Amelia sabotaged it. She can't imagine herself would one day share Kasper with Amelia.
So disgusting.
"That would be over my death. And I swear to you Chelsea, over the throne of the Cliffwood pack, that you will be my Luna" Kasper declared, holding Chelsea's hands.
The Former Alpha and his Luna were having a headlong argument with Nana. How dare she try to annul the Alpha's order? Is she courting death?
All the elders were all gathered together. They were the only ones, capable of making the Alpha change his decision and she presented her complaints.
"...this wasn't Amelia's fault that she became the chosen mate for the Alpha. She didn't do it, she didn't initiate it and why should she be punished for what she didn't do?
She's as surprised as the Alpha himself. And tell me, why was she the one punished? Is it because she's a wolfless omega or because she's less than a werewolf like every other pack member of the cliffwood pack.
I want to know why she should be the one to suffer and what is her offence? If anyone has any blame or accusations, he or she should direct it towards the moon goddess if you can" Nana explained.
"Are you saying the Alpha is partial?" Beta Night gnawed, the fury surging within him. He had to apply every restraint to force back his wolf form from taking over his rationality.
"This is preposterous!" The former Alpha thundered. He might not be the present Alpha but he was still as authoritative as before, after all, the new Alpha was still his son.
"I want the Alpha to be present,elders of the cliffwood pack. We can't be talking about a sensitive matter about him and he isn't going to be here" Nana requested, ignoring the outburst of the other people.
"No way am I letting my Alpha son be here to listen to the accusations you have just laid before the elders against him. He is whimpering in discomfort to be destined with a curse instead of a mate.
I was the one who made him lessened the punishment that Amelia deserves for coming to the Pack's gathering. If she wasn't here, we all know his destined mate would have been Chelsea.
If the Alpha had punished her, would you have been able to invite the elders together here for a complaint? You should be grateful that he didn't reject her and let her die from breaking the bond.
He didn't reject her nor banished her and yet you have a complaint against him? You are an old member of this pack, you've been here from the time of my father otherwise I would have had you banished forever" Royal mother frowned, her wolf furious.
"And my question still remains unanswered. What is Amelia's offence that would make her end up in the dungeon? You all can say anything and everything but I want my answers" Nana insisted.
There was a silence that followed.
Elder Kaitano coughed slightly. Everyone waited for him to speak. He glanced at Nana and the royal family seated. Of course Beta Night is automatically a part of the royal family.
"It is true that Amelia was refused from attending any gatherings in the pack. But first, before I proceed, why was she prohibited? Isn't she a member of this pack by birth?"
He glanced round. The royal family first. Then the Beta, Nana and the other elders. He waited and no one said a word. Since he couldn't get the answer, he turned his gaze on the Beta and asked "Beta Night, you are Amelia's biological father, so tell this elders how Amelia became prohibited from the privileges that other pack members have?"
Beta Night growled.
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8.4
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.
He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.
The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.
When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.
Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.
In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.
As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.
"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."
7.3
For a thousand years, the Vora beastmen have been cursed by a madness-a burning sickness in their blood that only one thing can soothe: the legendary 'Blood-Blessed,' a human female whose very scent is a living cure.
When a virus wiped out nearly all females, their desperate hunt for this mythical girl turned into a brutal conquest. They crushed our fallen human kingdoms, reducing us to breathing meat under their cruel "Livestock Codex."
To save my little sister from being branded for their elite breeding auction, I took her place in the male-only death draft.
Disguised as a boy, I was thrown into a pitch-black labyrinth, a living sacrifice meant to feed their ultimate nightmare: the feral, half-dragon Mad King.
He tore our steel cage apart like wet paper. I pressed my back against the freezing wall, watching in horror as he slaughtered the screaming men around me.
He ripped the filthy coat from my body, exposing my true gender. As his crimson eyes locked onto my throat and he opened his jaws for the kill, my rage burned away my fear.
I was a pureblood heiress of a dead empire, but I would not die cowering like an animal. I gripped a shard of glass, ready to aim for his eye.
But as he lunged, the glass sliced my palm. The moment my blood hit the air, the legend became my reality. The sweet, intoxicating scent that flooded the dark wasn't just my pheromones-it was the living cure.
The terrifying, apocalyptic tyrant froze mid-strike. He dropped his massive body to his knees, his fangs retracting as he gently, desperately licked my bleeding hand.
His chaotic red eyes darkened with an absolute, world-ending obsession as he pulled my fragile body against his burning chest.
"Mine."
I was meant to be his final meal. They called me the Blood-Blessed. He called me his Queen.
8.1
I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat.
A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt.
The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men.
I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser?
It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot.
I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness.
"The crazy woman you knew before is dead."
I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.
8.0
Eloise Ferguson was the legitimate daughter of a powerful Senator, yet she was treated like a hysterical burden by her own family.
In her past life, her parents forced her to marry a sadistic billionaire for political funding.
When she resisted, they locked her in a psychiatric facility, drugged her, and left her to die in restraints while her "fragile" cousin Jaylene stole her life.
She never understood why her mother hated her so fiercely.
Why did her mother treat her brother Cortez and her cousin Jaylene like absolute royalty, while throwing her own flesh and blood to the wolves?
Opening her eyes again, Eloise found herself back at age twenty-two, trapped in a restroom at a charity gala.
Escaping her abuser, she used her awakened mystic abilities to look at her family's life forces.
What she saw made her blood run cold.
Thick, red biological cords connected her mother directly to both Cortez and Jaylene, intertwining in a perfect symbiotic bond.
They weren't cousins. They were illegitimate twins born from her mother's secret affair.
Eloise was the only true outsider in her own home.
The realization hit her like a physical blow. Her entire life of abuse was just a cover-up for a nest of parasites stealing her father's name and her inheritance.
But this time, she refused to be their victim.
Armed with an unchallengeable executive order she blackmailed out of the United States President, Eloise crushed the hidden microphone in her bedroom.
"Game on, Mother."
8.3
I was the crippled joke of the Silver Ridge Pack, while my cousin Elara was the perfect future Luna.
When a seemingly weak rogue named Dravon arrived to claim Elara as his fated mate with a bouquet of withered flowers, she publicly humiliated and rejected him.
To save the pack's face, I stepped up and accepted his bond, becoming the ultimate laughingstock.
Elara tossed his wedding gift—those withered weeds—into a muddy animal trough.
Out of quiet defiance, I picked them out of the slop and ate the mud-stained petals.
But those weeds turned out to be mythical Blood Moonflowers, priceless treasures that triggered a violent, agonizing healing process in my cursed leg.
Seeing my pain, my terrified mother and the arrogant pack healer restrained my mate.
"Apply the silver dust salve," the healer declared proudly, ignoring Dravon's desperate warnings.
Silver was a death sentence for my dark magic curse.
I lay helpless on the cot, watching my own mother eagerly assist the man about to permanently destroy my leg.
Why was my family so blind? Why did they always choose to break me?
Just as the deadly silver paste was about to touch my skin, a terrifying, god-like pressure suddenly shattered the air in the tent.
My "weak" rogue mate's voice echoed directly in my mind.
"Close your eyes. Don't be afraid."
8.0
I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king.
A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat.
He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars.
I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes.
The bed was a time portal.
The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma.
"I can give you more wealth than you can imagine."
So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king.