Rejected Mate's Redemption

What happens when it's time to come together with your long-time crush but something happens pulling you far apart from him? Yvonne becoming winner of the Miss Werewolf America pulls the interest of her Alpha to her who had been treating her like scum before despite her crushing on him. He proposes a very expensive marriage to her because he needs a girl to sustain his reign as Alpha of the Southern Supreme American Pack. Before he could get to claim her, his twin brother, the Alpha of the Northern part of the Pack had already did and when Yvonne discovered they were mates, she was delighted thinking it was Jeff. When the real Jeff later returned, her illusion was gone. Now trapped between this twin who wants her more than anything in the world. Will she go for her fated mate or the one she has been dying hard to be with for many years and who finally responded to her call?

The sorcerers of the Vaelgorr Pack finally breached the forbidden boundary, successfully developing a witchcraft capable of extracting the memories of the dead. And the first one lying cold on the experimental table was me. When Father heard the news, he merely furrowed his brow. "That selfish, nasty girl? All she ever did while alive was cause trouble, and now she has to disgust us even in death? Today is Jasmine and Colin's Marking Ceremony! No one is to broadcast this filth in the pack!" Jasmine—my stepsister—was currently clinging to Colin's arm. And Colin, the man who once pledged his vows to me before the Moon Goddess, now wouldn't even spare a glance at my corpse. It wasn't until the memory footage was forcibly projected during the ceremony that they finally saw the whole truth. They knelt on the ground, confessing their regrets to me. Too bad, I was already dead. Their tears came far too late. A whole lifetime too late.

The cold emptiness beside me pulled me from sleep like a physical blow. My hand swept across Jason's side of the bed, finding only rumpled sheets that had long since lost his warmth. The digital clock's harsh red numbers glared back at me: 2:47 AM. My white wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, her unease bleeding into my consciousness. Something was wrong. The mate bond, usually a steady warmth in my chest, felt... muted. Weakened somehow, like a radio signal fading in and out of range. I pushed myself up carefully, my six-month belly making the movement awkward. The baby kicked in response, as if sensing my tension.

"Eyes up here," he said. My gaze snapped to his. He was smiling, causing my heart to skip a painful beat. Before I could respond, the music began, and my body instinctively reacted to the sweet melody. I found myself molded to Lex's will, my feet irresistibly following the dance steps. The crowd gasped as Lex pulled me into a more intimate position, his hands roaming over my body in a seductive manner. The experience was both terrifying and magical, allowing me to feel every longing emotion through the dance. I soon found myself lost in his arms. When the music finally stopped, my arms were wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on my back, our noses almost touching. He gazed deeply into my eyes. The ballroom fell silent. Was he about to kiss me? **** Lilly’s life was never easy; she lost her memory and family in a blazing fire. Angelica found and took her in—only to make her a slave to the household. Years of torment and abuse left Lilly weak, vulnerable, and believing she was without a wolf, but that didn't mean that all hope was lost. At night, in her dreams, he would patiently wait for her—the man who brought sunshine into her darkest moments. They would dance the night away, but as dawn approached, he would vanish into the morning sun. Lilly had given up hope of finding a mate, having a family, and leading a normal life. But things are about to drastically change for her... Secrets, lies, betrayal... and a baby on the way. What if Lilly wasn't wolf-less? What if it was all a lie? What if she had a living family? Would she stay and bond with them or make a run for freedom? ****

The forest has always been Jackline's only home. She doesn't remember the palace she was born to, the parents who once held her, or the kingdom that cried for a stolen princess. All she knows are the crumbling stones of an abandoned castle hidden deep in the woods, the whisper of leaves, the growl of distant beasts, and the cold reality of surviving alone. By day, Jackline hunts, forages, and explores the shattered halls of the castle swallowed by ivy and moss. By night, she curls up under broken rafters and stares at the moon, wondering if anyone, anywhere, is looking for her... even though she's certain the answer is no. The world beyond the forest might as well be a myth. No one has ever come for her. No one has ever stayed. Until the wolf. One fateful day, while tracking signs of wounded prey, Jackline doesn't find a deer or a boar, but a massive black wolf sprawled in the roots of an ancient tree. Its fur is stained with blood, its breathing shallow, its silver-gray eyes blazing with pain and something disturbingly close to human awareness. Every instinct tells her to run. A cornered predator is dangerous. A wolf this big is deadly. But Jackline recognizes the loneliness in its eyes. The fear of being left to die. It mirrors the ache buried deep inside her own chest. Ignoring her fear, she uses everything the forest has taught her-herbs, makeshift bandages, secret paths-to drag the heavy creature back to her ruined castle. There, in a forgotten servant's corridor, she creates a shelter. Day after day, she cleans its wounds, grinds healing plants, and whispers calm words to a creature that could end her life in a heartbeat. The wolf snaps and growls, but it never truly harms her. Slowly, it begins to trust her. When the wolf finally stands again, strong and steady, Jackline expects it to vanish into the trees without a backward glance. Instead, it follows her. Silent as a shadow, the wolf becomes her constant companion. It pads at her side when she searches for berries, keeps watch when she sleeps, and nudges her hand when her thoughts become too dark. Jackline learns to speak her thoughts out loud-to the forest, to the castle, and to the wolf with the haunted eyes. She tells it her fears, her questions, and the strange emptiness she feels when she thinks about her past. The wolf never answers, but somehow, it feels like it understands. For the first time in her life, jackline isn't truly alone. But the forest keeps its secrets tightly wound, and this wolf is one of them. Everything changes under the full red moon. Jackline has seen full moons before: pale and silver, gentle and distant. But this one climbs into the sky like a burning ember, staining the forest in crimson light. The air grows tense and electric; the castle feels suddenly awake, like it's holding its breath. That night, the wolf could rest. It paces, muscles tight, eyes brighter than she's ever seen them. There's something wild and barely contained inside him, something both terrifying and beautiful. When jackline reaches out to soothe him, he pulls away with a look that almost breaks her-one filled with sorrow and dread, as if he has been waiting for this moment and wishing it would never come. Under the blood-red moon, the wolf begins to change. jackline can only watch as bone and muscle twist, fur ripples and sinks beneath skin, and the creature she nursed back to life reshapes into something new. Something impossible. When the transformation ends, the wolf is gone. In his place lies a young man with dark hair, pale skin marked by faint scars, and the same silver-gray eyes that once watched her from a wolf's face. He is human. And he's not. He looks at her like he's been waiting his whole life to be seen. He knows her name. From that moment, Jacline's world fractures. The young man-her wolf-reveals a truth she never imagined. He is cursed, bound to the red moon, doomed to live as a wolf most of the time and return to human form only when blood stains the sky. Hunted by men, feared by sorcerers, and rejected by both humans and beasts, he is trapped between two worlds, never fully belonging to either. But he is not the only one living in a story shaped by magic and betrayal. The wolf's curse, he explains, is tied to old magic that once protected a powerful royal bloodline. A bloodline that ruled the kingdom beyond the forest. A bloodline that vanished the day a newborn princess was stolen from her cradle and never found. The day Jackline disappeared. Piece by piece, the life she thought she knew crumbles. The ruined castle she calls home is more than a random shelter-it once housed the loyal guardians of the royal family. The forest is not just a wild, dangerous place-it's a barrier of living magic, hiding her from those who would use or destroy her. Jackline is not simply a forgotten girl who happened to survive.

During the summer break, Alpha Rio Hayes of the Silver Moon Pack and I took our son, Amos, overseas for a pack hunt. It was meant to be a bonding experience, a chance for Amos to prove his skills among the pack’s warriors. He had been so excited, his inner wolf awakened at just ten years old, marking him as a prodigy. He idolized his father, and I could see the pride in his eyes as he prepared for the hunt. On the eve of the event, chaos erupted when a dozen wild wolves unexpectedly stampeded towards the pack. In my desperate attempt to shield Amos, I was knocked down, coughing up blood uncontrollably. Alpha Rio and his Beta, Karim, managed to regain control and rushed me to the pack healer immediately. Amidst my pain, I insisted he prioritize saving our son. But he held my hand, his voice steady as he informed me that Amos was already being treated. When I regained consciousness, before I could ask about Amos's condition, I overheard Alpha Rio and Karim conversing in German, a language I had picked up during my younger years.