Rejected Under the Blood Moon
On the night of my mating ceremony, my Alpha rejected me.
Not in private.
Not gently.
But before the entire pack.
"You are not fit to be my Luna."
Those words shattered the sacred bond between us.
Then he chose another woman to stand at his side.
I ran.
Into the forest.
Into the darkness.
Into something ancient.
That was the night my wolf awakened.
Silver. Rare. Royal.
Now rogues hunt me. Rival Alphas want my bloodline. Whispers of a forgotten prophecy follow my every breath.
And the same Alpha who humiliated me under the Blood Moon?
He's hunting too.
But not to destroy me.
To claim me.
His eyes no longer hold indifference.
They burn with obsession.
With regret.
With something dangerously possessive.
He says rejecting me was the only way to save me.
He says I was always his.
He says if I try to run again... he will chase me to the ends of the earth.
But I am no longer the broken girl he cast aside.
I am power.
I am prophecy.
I am the storm he awakened.
And this time...
If he wants me, he'll have to kneel.
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Chapter 4
KAEL'S POV
The forest smelled of blood, fear, and the cold tang of the night. Even before I saw her, I knew she was here. Silver. Sharp. Alive. Her presence cut through the darkness like a blade. I could feel her heartbeat, fierce and wild, pulsing through the bond that had never truly broken.
I moved silently, boots barely brushing the mossy floor. Each step was careful, predatory. Every sense was heightened. The rogues had underestimated her. That was a mistake they would not survive. I would not forgive anyone who touched her.
And then I saw her.
Liora. Crouched low on the forest floor, silver fur glimmering under the Blood Moon. Chest heaving. Eyes wide. Every nerve on edge. She was alive. She was breathing. She was... untouchable.
She didn't look at me immediately. Her gaze swept the shadows with razor-sharp focus, every muscle tense and coiled, ready to strike. My wolf mirrored her caution, coiled and growling low in my chest. I did not move closer. I did not need to. She would not allow it-not yet.
I forced myself to kneel, letting partial wolf shift take form. My eyes glinted red in the silver light. Fangs glimmered faintly. Claws brushed the earth. My wolf pressed against the inside of me, tense, alert, protective.
I let the words come slowly, measured.
"I rejected you, Liora," I said softly, voice deep and dangerous, carrying the weight of every choice I had made. "I rejected you because the world would have killed you tonight if I hadn't. Your bloodline... your awakening... it would have made you a target before you could even stand. I had to make it appear absolute. I had to make it final."
Her eyes flicked toward me, sharp and wary. A growl rolled low from her chest. My wolf tensed, mirroring her instinctive suspicion. The forest itself seemed to respond, leaves rustling, shadows twitching.
She took a step back. Fur bristling. Every rune along her spine glowing faintly under the Blood Moon's silver light. The power emanating from her was undeniable, overwhelming. And yet, fear mingled with strength. I could smell it. Taste it. It was intoxicating.
"You humiliated me," she said finally, voice trembling but cutting through the tension like steel. "You told the world I was unworthy. And now you tell me... it was to save me?"
I flinched at the raw honesty in her voice. I had not expected her to confront me so quickly. I had miscalculated the depth of humiliation, the ache that would cling to her like a second skin.
"I..." Words failed me. I did not know how to explain the terror I had felt when she shifted under the Blood Moon, when the prophecy whispered its warnings.
"I should have explained," I admitted finally, voice low, almost trembling. "But there was no time. Every second I hesitated would have put you in danger. I had to make it appear... final. I had to make it appear absolute."
Her eyes narrowed. "Final? Absolute? You turned me into a spectacle for the entire pack. You shattered me before they all! How does that protect me?"
I felt the weight of my own choices pressing down. My chest tightened, every nerve alight. The bond between us pulsed violently, a living thing that mirrored her anger, her fear, her power.
"I made the choice to keep you alive," I said, voice harsher now. "I made the choice to hide you from those who would have killed you before you even realized who you were. And if that meant I had to break you... I did it. I will never apologize for keeping you alive."
Her wolf growled, a fierce, vibrating sound that made the hairs along my own spine rise. She did not move toward me. She did not run. She stood poised, radiant, dangerous, trembling with the mix of fear and newfound power.
The forest seemed to contract around us, every leaf, every shadow, every flicker of moonlight focusing on this moment. The air was thick with tension, electric, alive.
I stepped forward slowly, muscles coiled. My presence alone radiated power and danger. I could see the rogues scattered nearby, trembling at the edges of their consciousness, sensing the bond, the predator, the storm that was coming. I ignored them. They no longer mattered.
I let the weight of my gaze press on her, letting her feel the full force of the obsession, the need, the possessiveness I could not contain. "I will never let anyone harm you, Liora," I said. "Not rogues. Not rival Alphas. Not even the world itself. You are mine. You were always mine."
Her eyes flared. She trembled, not with fear entirely, but with the recognition of what I had said. The silver runes along her spine glimmered brighter, reacting to the bond. The power within her pulsed, alive, almost sentient.
"And if you run again..." I let the words hang, dangerous, unfinished. My wolf pressed closer inside me, its predatory instincts feeding on my obsession, my protective rage.
She stiffened. Her ears flicked back. Her gaze locked with mine, silver eyes gleaming. She was trembling, alive, powerful, and she understood the threat behind my words.
In that moment, I realized that the Blood Moon had not only awakened her powers, it had awakened the storm that was our bond. Desire, anger, possessiveness, protection, obsession-all wrapped together into something neither of us could control fully.
Then the wind shifted. A rustle behind her. A scent carried on the cold night air. Rogues. The forest whispered of danger. I could smell them, sense them.
But I did not hesitate. Not for a second. My body tensed. My claws flexed. My teeth gleamed. My wolf growled low.
She was no longer the girl I had rejected. She was power. She was prophecy. She was the storm I had tried to hide from the world. And I knew, deep in my bones, that anyone who dared touch her from now on would not live to regret it.
I stepped closer, letting the Blood Moon illuminate me, showing her fully-Alpha, predator, protector, obsessive, dangerous.
"Do you trust me?" I asked, voice low, rasping, rough.
Her eyes narrowed. A flicker of fear, yes-but also recognition. Recognition of power. Recognition of what we were. Recognition of the storm we had just begun.
The rogues stirred at the edges, sensing the shift, sensing that they were no longer in control. The forest held its breath. The Blood Moon glowed overhead. And between us, the bond pulsed, fierce, alive, impossible to ignore.
She was mine. Always. And the hunt, the reckoning, and the awakening had only just begun.
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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.
7.1
His Plumpy Mate
7.1
"How dare you touch my mate?"
Three days ago, Aella was publicly rejected. Her fated mate called her worthless. Wolf-less. Too fat to stand beside an Alpha.
On the day she was meant to be sold into another mating, the most feared Alpha in the north shattered her engagement ceremony and claimed her in front of everyone.
Eros Shaw does not save people. He conquers them. And yet, he takes her away.
Aella has spent her entire life believing one thing: No one loves a fat girl. Not even the Moon. But the Moon has been lying.
Because Aella is not wolf-less. She is something far more dangerous. As ancient magic stirs, a forgotten prophecy begins to unfold. Her blood carries power long buried. Her twin sister hides a truth that could destroy them both. And somewhere in the shadows, a witch waits for the perfect moment to strike.
Eros thinks he has claimed a broken girl.
He has no idea she is the beginning of the end.
His mark may kill her. Her awakening may destroy him.
And when enemies close in and secrets unravel, Aella must decide: remain the girl they mocked or rise as the Alpha Female destiny has been preparing for centuries?
9.8
I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together.
"Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage.
Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets.
As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore.
I never fought back. I just let them destroy me.
Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations.
The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began.
The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far.
7.9
For five years, April Gamble loved Julian Travis with everything she had, trusting him completely.
But on a stormy night, he casually tossed a liquidation agreement at her feet, single-handedly destroying her grandfather's company.
He coldly admitted he only dated her to steal Vance Group's internal financial data.
"You were convenient," Julian said, swirling his whiskey without a shred of guilt.
Before April could even process the brutal betrayal, a breaking news alert lit up her phone.
She watched in absolute horror as her grandfather jumped from the ledge of the Vance Tower on live television.
Julian looked at her writhing, screaming form with utter boredom and simply ordered his bodyguard to throw her out.
Blinded by grief and tears, April sped into the torrential rain, only to be completely crushed by a hydroplaning transport truck at an intersection.
As the shattered glass tore into her skin and the metal crushed her ribs, she died with a hatred so pure it made her teeth ache.
Why did five years of devotion mean absolutely nothing to him? Why did her family have to die just to feed his ruthless greed?
When she opened her eyes again, the harsh hospital lights blinded her, but the familiar burn scar on her arm was gone.
She wasn't the betrayed financial analyst April Gamble anymore.
She had woken up in the body of Altagracia Blanchard, the most notorious, obscenely wealthy heiress in New York.
Julian had taken everything from her, but now, armed with a billionaire's empire, she was going to bury him.
8.3
I thought marrying the Alpha would finally give me a place in the pack.
I was wrong.
On the night we were bound, he rejected me. Not in private. Not with mercy. He tore the mate bond apart before the entire pack and accused me of carrying another man's child. I was stripped of my title, cast out, and left to survive alone while pregnant with the very heir he denied.
I should have died in those woods.
Instead, I was found by something far more dangerous than an Alpha.
The Direwolf Alpha is feared by every pack. Exiled. Scarred. Ruthless. He does not follow pack law or bow to fate. When he looks at me, he does not see a weak, wolf-less woman or a burdened womb.
He sees something worth claiming.
As my body changes, so does everything I believed about myself. The wolf I was told I did not have begins to stir, and the child I carry draws whispers of prophecy and power. The pack that rejected me wants me back. The mate who humiliated me suddenly remembers my name.
But the Direwolf who claimed me has no intention of giving me up.
I was rejected while pregnant.
Now I must decide who I will become and which bond I will choose.
8.8
After leaving Lucian for seven years, Ava finds herself coming face to face with him again and she's shocked to discover he is not the same man she left behind again.
Seeing Ava again after seven years, Lucian wasn't ready to let her go even if she has a child and he is hell bent on making her pay for her crimes.
EXTRACTS.
"Even if you're wearing another man's ring, that won't stop me from claiming what's mine! It even makes my c*ck hardened for the fact that you're engaged to another man yet my touch still sets your body on fire". He wink.
"But I think my little rose deserves some punishment for lying".