Rejecting My Heartless Ex Mate
I'm Madeline, an enforcer.
When I transferred back to Shalandra Pack, my first case involved my mate Jonathan Kingsley-he was tangled in a scandal with Tiffany Monroe, a she-wolf he doted on.
Tiffany even called enforcers as a prank because Jonathan didn't spend time with her, yet he coddled her like she was sacred.
Later, Jonathan left me stranded on a desolate road to rush to Tiffany's side. I collapsed and learned I'd lost a pup-one from a drunken night in Belmor, where Jonathan had mistaken me for Tiffany.
Still, he prioritized Tiffany: when she framed me for assault, he had me beaten and injured.
Enraged, I had Jonathan arrested.
I told his parents I was still carrying the pup to turn them against him-they cut his funds. Jonathan and Tiffany fled to the northwest but split when he went broke.
He returned, begging me, admitting he'd known of my 15-year love for him but feigned coldness. By then, I was with Benjamin Carter, carrying his child.
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Chapter 1
The first big case I tackled after transferring back to Shalandra Pack was my mate Jonathan Kingsley's scandal with a she-wolf he'd been chasing.
The case file lay open on my desk, the black-and-white words stinging my eyes like a claw to the heart.
Noticing my daze, my subordinate Ethan Brooks offered some context, his tone kind but cautious.
"Madeline, you just got back, so you might not know the full scoop. This mess involves Jonathan, the richest wolf in Shalandra Pack, and his little she-wolf Tiffany Monroe."
He leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "They're the pack's hottest pair, the ultimate old-wolf-young-she-wolf vibe. The age gap? Total spark material."
His grin carried a knowing edge. "Word is, yesterday Tiffany threw a fit because Jonathan wasn't spending enough time with her. She called the enforcers on him-pure mate drama, nothing serious."
I didn't respond, just stood and headed for the mediation den.
The door was cracked open, and there was Jonathan, kneeling beside a couch, one knee bent like he was offering tribute. He used his seven-figure tailored suit jacket to wipe a splash of milk tea off Tiffany's shoes, his movements as careful as if he were handling a sacred relic.
Tiffany dangled her foot, her voice dripping with playful scorn. "Jonathan, are you dense? I called the enforcers on you, and you're *still* this sweet to me?"
Jonathan looked up, his eyes glowing with a devotion I'd never seen. "Little moon, if it makes you happy, I'd give you my life."
The hallway lights flickered above, mirroring the way my heart plummeted into a void.
If he loves playing these games with enforcer calls, then I, his chosen mate, will personally see him dragged into the den.
Clutching the summons, I turned to Ethan. "Take them to the questioning den. Follow protocol."
Ethan hesitated, his face twisting with unease. "Madeline, is that. necessary? You just got back. Jonathan's kind of a big deal in Shalandra Pack-"
"I don't care who he is," I cut him off, my voice icing over. "Filing a false report disrupts pack order. Enforcer dens don't bend the rules for anyone."
Ethan swallowed hard, mumbling a quick "Yes, ma'am," before pushing open the mediation den door.
The room erupted with noise.
Tiffany's voice was sharp with annoyance. "Why are you hauling us in? I already said it was just a prank!"
Jonathan's voice followed, calm but laced with indulgence. "Easy, pup. Just cooperate, and it'll be fine."
Footsteps approached. Tiffany stormed out first, pouting like a spoiled cub. "This is *your* fault! I told you to go shopping with me yesterday, but nooo, you had to run off to some meeting. That's why I called the enforcers!"
Jonathan jogged to keep up, his demeanor bordering on groveling. "I'll have my assistant grab every high-end piece from this season. You can pick whatever you want."
Tiffany spun around, and I got a good look at her. A petite face, bright eyes, and pearly teeth-she was undeniably stunning. Her bubblegum-pink hair and a skirt so short it barely covered her thighs screamed youthful defiance. At just over twenty, she radiated a vibrant, untamed energy.
Me? I'm the she-wolf in a stiff enforcer uniform, worlds apart from her wild spark.
A dull ache lodged in my chest, heavy and suffocating.
Jonathan Kingsley is no ordinary wolf. He's the alpha at the top of Shalandra Pack's hierarchy, the kind other wolves bow to. Yet here he was, practically begging Tiffany, his voice soft and coaxing. "Don't be mad. Next time, I'll skip the meeting and go shopping with you. Deal?"
Tiffany huffed, slowing her pace but not answering.
I watched them disappear into the questioning den. The door clicked shut, sealing away their cloying chemistry.
Ethan approached. "Madeline, who's handling the report?"
"You are," I said, my voice rough. "Get the full story behind the call. Every detail."
Ethan nodded and slipped inside.
Soon, Tiffany's voice echoed through the door, brimming with smug pride. "Enforcer, I told you, it was just for fun. He's always buried in pack business. Getting him to stroll with me? Harder than climbing a mountain."
Ethan must've asked about the scandal, because the room went quiet for a beat before Tiffany's laugh rang out. "That was just me being dramatic. A few days ago, he wanted to spice things up, tied my wrists with his tie. I was just mad he was more into his own thrill, so I said what I said."
She paused, probably showing off. "Look, I've still got marks on my wrists. He seems all serious, but trust me, he's."
Her words grew bolder, too raw to keep listening to. I turned and leaned against the wall, my mind a tangled mess.
Jonathan and I have been bound for three years.
His pack is old-money Shalandra royalty; mine's a deep-rooted clan from Belmor Pack's political elite. When we formed our sacred bond, everyone called it the perfect alliance, a match made in the stars.
We played the part of the model mates-attending pack gatherings together, exchanging thoughtful gifts, me handling his difficult kin while he kept up appearances. But only I knew how hollow our bond felt.
Jonathan was always distant, his smiles rare, his touch mechanical, even in our most intimate moments. Last year, I grit my teeth and requested a transfer back to Shalandra Pack, stepping down from a high-ranking post in Belmor Pack's core to lead this outpost. Everyone saw it as a demotion dressed up as a promotion.
I thought being closer might kindle some warmth between us.
What a joke.
I gave up a promising path to come back, only to witness my mate show a vibrant, burning side of himself to another she-wolf-a side I'd never glimpsed.
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7.1
I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
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.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
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.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
7.8
Alpha Varos, the beast they chained and bound in the darkest cell deep under the Haralth tower for a century,
Calyra Veyne the woman they never meant to awaken him.
Calyra the daughter of the Tidecliffs' Alpha, was presented to marry the usurper High King, Alpha Therion. To strengthen her father's pack. But when her cursed flame was revealed - a mark lowlier than even an omega wolf- she was rejected, humiliated, her mother killed, pronounced as a sex slave and she was thrown into the cell of the brutal, silent beast.. A man locked away from the world from over a century, the most powerful Alpha King in history, but her scent calls to what's left of his soul.
A ruthless Alpha, An unquenchable sexual heat.
Fated and Chained to the Beastly Alpha King is the dark romance you'll never recover from.
9.6
One hundred years ago, the witches cursed every she-wolf to be barren.
It was vengeance for their slain matriarch. It was meant to end the war. Instead, it nearly ended the werewolf race.
Werewolves were forced to interbreed with humans to survive, and the once-proud kingdoms fractured. Only one bloodline remained untouched by the curse, the ancient Lycans of Lupenreich, protected by powerful shamanic magic. Coveted by werewolves, hunted by witches, despised by vampires, the Lycans became both salvation and threat.
And now, only one true heir remains...
Sybil von Rosen was never meant to grow up among humans. Born a Lycan princess through a human surrogate, she was stolen from the castle as an infant by the very woman meant to nurse her, a woman who turned out to be a witch.
Hidden beneath a powerful spell that caged her wolf and erased her scent from the supernatural world, Sybil was raised knowing exactly who she was... and exactly what she had been bred for.
A womb. A crown. Her bloodline's legacy.
But Sybil was never meant to be a broodmare queen.
She grew up human with the strength and senses of a shewolf and the magic of the witches, which got transferred to her while she was still in the womb of her surrogate.
She's strong, intelligent, disciplined, and lethal. An MMA champion. A combat instructor for a private military contractor. A woman who learned to fight before she ever learned to howl.
When the magic of her witch mother begins to fade, and the werewolf King finally tracks them down, Sybil is summoned back to a kingdom that remembers her only as its missing heir.
Betrayed by her hybrid fiancé, who abandoned her to marry the princess of their kingdom, Sybil made a decision that will shake three kingdoms.
She returned. Not for love. Not for duty. For revenge...
But the throne comes with chains.
Instead of marrying one Alpha, she is bound to four-the Alpha Guardians of Lupenreich. Ruthless. Powerful. Pureblood. Feared across kingdoms. And fate claims they are her mates.
There's only one problem.
Sybil cannot feel her wolf, for it was caged deep within her soul. She cannot smell her mates. She is a Lycan princess trapped in a wolfless body.
While her four Alphas believe they are claiming their future Luna and Queen, Sybil is already planning something far more dangerous.
She will not stand beside a king.
She will not be used to breed to secure bloodlines.
And she certainly will not be ruled.
If the kingdom wants a queen... They're about to kneel to a rebel queen.
Because Sybil von Rosen is not an ordinary Luna.
She is the last Lycan heir. The forbidden daughter of witches. The mate of four Alpha Guardians.
And she intends to take the throne for herself and will bow to no one.
8.5
She was born under a blood moon.
Cursed. Despised. Forgotten.For twenty years, Quinn Blackwood lived as the pack's shadow-an omega meant to serve, suffer, and disappear. But fate had other plans. When the Alpha King, Jasper Hale, discovers she's his fated mate, her world splits wide open. The bond ignites between them, fierce and undeniable. One night of raw, desperate passion binds them forever.Then he rejects her. In front of everyone.The bond should've broken.
Instead, it cursed them both.Banished and bleeding, Quinn uncovers the truth: she's the last heir of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline, her power buried under generations of lies. Every breath burns. Every scar screams. And when she realizes she's carrying Jasper's child from that single night, the curse digs its claws in deeper-because her choice will decide everything.But she's not alone.
Lucien Dusk, the rogue who pulled her out of the dirt, offers something Jasper destroyed: a love that doesn't hurt. Gentle. Honest. Forbidden.Then fate twists the knife. A prophecy surfaces-her child will either unite the packs or plunge them into endless war. And it all depends on which mate she chooses.Two bonds.
One curse.
And a love strong enough to save the world... or burn it down.
8.0
For ten years, I lived with my guardian, Cole, secretly loving him. He was my late brother's best friend, the man I had worshipped since I was eight.
On my eighteenth birthday, I confessed my love with a painting. He ripped it to shreds, roaring, "I am your guardian, for God's sake!" He called my love a pathetic fantasy.
Two months later, he was engaged. He forgot I had a deadly allergy to the mango dessert his fiancée offered me.
Then, one night, he stumbled home drunk, pinned me to my bed, and kissed me while murmuring his fiancée's name. The next morning, he looked at me with disgust.
"What are you doing in my bed, Cora?"
My world shattered. The man who had spoiled me rotten, who promised to protect me forever, now saw me as disgusting and delusional. My decade of devotion had only burned me.
But his cruelty was the final push I needed. I accepted a full scholarship to Juilliard, a one-way ticket out. On his birthday, I packed my bags, deleted his number, and walked out of his life forever. I would never look back.
8.4
My hands trembled as I smoothed my dress, waiting for Alpha Arthur to return. He had survived the transplant. I thought our Fated bond would finally be sealed.
But when the heavy doors swung open, the warmth I expected was gone.
Arthur walked in clutching another woman, Diana. He looked at me like I was a stain on the rug.
"The Moon Goddess played a trick," he sneered, his eyes glazed with a chemical devotion. "My donor's blood chooses her. The blood bond overrides some archaic fate."
He didn't just reject me; he made me a servant in my own home. When Diana framed me for breaking a ring, Arthur didn't hesitate. He ordered the Silver Whip.
"Arthur, please! I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach.
"Stop lying to save your skin," he spat.
He lashed me ten times with wolfsbane-dipped leather. I lay in the snow, feeling the warm blood of my miscarriage soak the ground, while he walked away to comfort his mistress.
He killed his own son for a lie.
That night, I signed my rejection in blood and vanished into the darkness.
Five months later, I returned. Not as a weak Omega, but as the legendary White Wolf, holding the hand of the most powerful Alpha in the region.
Arthur fell to his knees in the mud when he saw me, weeping. "I'll do anything. I'll give up the title."
I looked down at him coldly and handed him the whip.
"Ten lashes," I whispered. "For the baby you killed."