Rejected Mate, Rising Alpha

I found a condom in the trash can, paired with lace panties that were definitely not mine. Mathias, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, and I hadn’t been close for a year, and owning such underwear was never my style. Just as I was about to call him, I stumbled upon a post from his so-called "adopted sister," Vanessa, a Gamma from the Crimson Fang Pack, on Facebook. There he was, head bowed, planting an affectionate kiss on her foot. My wolf stirred faintly in the back of my mind, a low growl of betrayal rippling through me. I turned off my phone, choosing not to cry or throw a fit, and continued with my life. Eventually, Mathias noticed something was off. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, his Alpha aura pressing down on me like a weight, and asked, "Why aren’t you upset that I’m involved with someone else?" --- While tidying up in the bathroom, I stopped in my tracks at the sight of the trash can. Draped over it were a sultry pair of black lace panties, and next to them, a used condom. Mathias and I hadn’t been intimate for a year.

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When I got back to the pack house, Vanessa was already bustling in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Mathias, my mate and the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, had given her the access code to our private quarters, allowing her to come and go as she pleased. I changed the code daily just to maintain some semblance of control, but today I hadn’t bothered. It didn’t matter how often I reset it—Mathias would always hand it over to Vanessa again. Constantly switching the code wasn’t a solution, so I let it slide this time.

"Lucia, you’re back! Dinner’s almost ready," Vanessa called out, her voice dripping with false cheerfulness. She acted as if she were the Luna of the pack, not me. Two years ago, she and Mathias had crossed paths during a pack celebration. I’d heard he’d overindulged in the ceremonial wine, and she’d stepped in, brewing some herbal concoction to soothe his hangover. Mathias had been so moved by her care that he’d declared her his "adopted sister" without even consulting me. Just brought her home one day and announced it to the pack as if it were nothing.

"Mm-hmm," I answered curtly, barely acknowledging her as I slipped into the bedroom to change out of my day clothes. Mathias followed closely behind, his presence as commanding as ever. Even in private, his Alpha aura was impossible to ignore.

"Why do you keep giving Vanessa the cold shoulder? She’s here cooking for us," he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Should I roll out the red carpet for her?” I shot back, fixing him with a glare that could freeze the moon itself. His eyes flickered with concern, but he avoided my gaze. Instead, he pulled me into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around me as if to soothe the tension between us.

"I’m sorry, alright? I know Vanessa isn’t your favorite person. I won’t ask her over anymore," he murmured, his tone softening. "Let me make it up to you tonight, okay? Let’s sleep together."

We’d been mates for six years, but we hadn’t shared a bed in almost a year. He’d suggested separate sleeping arrangements, claiming he tossed and turned too much and didn’t want to disturb my rest. I knew the real reason—it was so he could mind-link with Vanessa every night without interruption. I hadn’t called him out on it, simply accepting his explanation. But for the past year, we’d lived like strangers under the same roof.

This was the first time he’d proposed sharing a bed again.

"I’m not feeling well," I said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation. His expression darkened, but he didn’t argue. I brushed past him and walked out of the room, my heart heavy with the weight of the unspoken truth between us.

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In the third year of being mated to Ricardo, the Alpha of the neighboring Shadowmoon Pack, I waited eagerly for him to fulfill his promise of marking me as his Luna. But he had long forgotten that promise, his attention entirely consumed by his first mate, Mallory, who had just returned from abroad. When I mind-linked him to ask if we were still going to cement our bond, he scoffed, his alpha tone dripping with condescension, “Aurora, will it kill you not to be my Luna?” Ha, of course not. Because I could easily walk away and bond with someone else. So why was he crying and begging me to come back? --- Amid the noise on the other end of the mind-link, I recognized Mallory’s voice. I could tell it was her. Yet, even so, I asked, “Ricardo, are we still going to complete the marking ceremony?” Immediately, there was a burst of laughter, followed by Ricardo’s taunting voice, his alpha tone sharp and dismissive: “Aurora, will it kill you not to be my Luna?” Even though I had anticipated this, my heart still ached, and the mate bond between us flared with a painful, searing heat. I moistened my dry lips and said, “Alright, let’s end this.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Aurora. Mallory is your cousin.

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8.1

Desired by Mate's Alpha Brother

8.1

Catching her mate cheating with his childhood sweetheart was already humiliating enough—but what broke Ava even more was realizing that the one person who witnessed her heartbreak was the last person she ever wanted to see it: her mate’s older brother. The future Alpha of their pack. Mortified, Ava fled the scene. What she didn’t expect, however, was that the very man she’d always had complicated feelings for—the one she’d been trying so hard to avoid—had his eyes on her all along. Even with a chosen mate soon to be announced, his gaze never seemed to leave her. She never imagined that the cold and distant future Alpha—her mate’s brother, whose hawk-like stare always made her feel like prey—might share a bond with her that neither of them could explain.

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8.1

Los Alphas de Alana

8.1

En un mundo donde la magia y la pasión reinan, Alana, una joven con un destino único, se encuentra en el centro de una lucha por el amor y la supervivencia. Tres reyes Alphas, cada uno con su propia personalidad y deberes, han sido los responsables de herir de diferentes maneras a Alana, sin saber que ella es su pareja destinada. Ahora, los Alphas deben dejar de lado sus diferencias y trabajar juntos para ganarse el amor de Alana, o de lo contrario, todos morirán, ya que la conexión entre ellos es débil, y si no logran fortalecerla, la muerte los espera. A medida que Alana se enfrenta a sus propios sentimientos y a la verdad sobre su destino, debe decidir si puede perdonar a los Alphas y unirse a ellos en una unión que podría salvarlos a todos. Pero ¿podrán los Alphas demostrar su valía y ganar el corazón de Alana antes de que sea demasiado tarde? ¿podrá Alana aceptarlos finalmente?

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8.4

Luna Rejects Cheating Alpha

8.4

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils as I walked through the familiar corridors of our pack's medical clinic. My hand instinctively moved to rest on my still-flat stomach, where our second pup was growing—a secret I'd planned to share with Eric tonight over his favorite dinner. Dr. Aris Thorne's voice drifted from the examination room ahead, warm with congratulations. "This is such wonderful news, Alpha. Becoming a father again must feel incredible." I paused, confusion creeping up my spine like ice water. Again? Eric and I hadn't told anyone about my pregnancy yet. We'd only just confirmed it ourselves three days ago. "She's perfect, isn't she?" Eric's voice was thick with an emotion I recognized—the same wonder he'd shown when we first heard our daughter's heartbeat years ago.

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9.5

Luna Walking Away: Defying the Alpha’s Cruelty

9.5

"A toast," Eden declared as servants began distributing crystal glasses filled with deep red wine. "To new beginnings." My stomach clenched as a server approached me with a tray. I started to shake my head—everyone in the pack knew of my severe allergy to alcohol. It had been documented since I became Luna; Eden himself had always ensured non-alcoholic alternatives were available at every gathering. But before I could decline, Eden was suddenly before me, taking a glass from the tray himself. His eyes, once warm amber pools I could drown in, were now cold and distant as he extended the wine toward me. "Surely our former Luna will join us in celebrating this momentous occasion," he said, loud enough for nearby pack members to hear. His emphasis on "former" cut through me like a blade. "Eden," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to werewolf ears. "You know I can't—" "Drink," he commanded, his Alpha tone washing over me like a physical force. "Honor our new Luna. Your new Luna."

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8.6

My Alpha Believed His Mistress and Tried to Kill Me

8.6

I wake to the sound of nothing. The silence in the Blood Moon pack house is a living thing, pressing against my skin like a physical weight. Five years of this suffocating quiet have taught me to move like a ghost through my own home, my bare feet finding the path across the cold hardwood floor without making a sound. I glance at the clock—6:30 AM. Nicolas will be downstairs in the training room by now. My stomach tightens at the thought of him, my mate, the man I saved and the man who now lives in terror of the sound of my voice. In the bathroom, I perform my morning ritual in complete silence. No humming, no water running unnecessarily, no clinking of bottles. My hands move through the motions with practiced precision, applying the special scent-neutralizing lotion Simone insists will keep my natural fragrance from triggering Nicolas's episodes. The irony isn't lost on me—I'm suppressing every part of myself to keep him sane.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected Mate, Rising Alpha

Chapter 4

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