THE MATE SHE REJECTED
In the powerful Silver Moon Pack, Astra Wynter has always been the golden daughter, beautiful, respected, and destined to stand beside a strong alpha mate. She expects nothing less.
But when the moon reveals her fated mate as Lysander Blackwood, a weak, unshifted omega from the lowest-ranking family, Astra's perfect future shatters. Publicly humiliated in front of the entire pack, she rejects him on the spot, shaming the outcast who has already endured years of bullying and scorn.
Devastated and alone, Lysander returns home to discover his family brutally slaughtered, with only his younger brother left alive. Forced to flee into exile, he makes a blood vow: he will rise from nothing and destroy the princess who cast him aside... along with everyone she loves.
Seven years later, Lysander returns to Silver Moon as a lethal alpha, stronger, darker, and burning for retribution. Astra never imagined the weak boy she rejected would become the one man who could tear her world apart.
Now nothing will stop him from claiming what's owed... starting with her.
NOTE TO READERS:
This book follows two generations.
It first tells the complete story of Astra and Lysander (The Mate She Rejected). After their happy ending, the story continues with a time skip into the next generation, focusing on their triplets, two girls and one boy.
Thank you for joining this journey across both generations! ❤️
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Chapter 5
The night was very quiet. It felt heavy on Lysander's chest. He walked slowly to the small wooden house at the edge of the forest. His feet dragged on the dusty path. His heart felt heavy. He felt shame, anger, and confusion. Worst of all, he felt rejection.
Minutes earlier, everything had broken apart.
He still remembered it clearly. Princess Astra had looked at him with disgust and turned away. She rejected him like he was nothing.
What did I expect? he thought. That she would hug me and smile? Welcome me like a hero? He laughed bitterly under his breath. I am a joke. I am a loser who cannot even stand up for himself. I am a burden.
A voice spoke inside his head. It was raspy and dark. "She cannot reject us like that. We need to talk to her. Take me to her."
It was Magnus.
Lysander jumped. He did not want the other half of himself to wake up.
"Magnus, just leave me alone for now," he said out loud.
Magnus went quiet. For now.
Lysander reached the door. He pushed it open gently. It creaked. He did not want to see anyone. He just wanted to go to his room and disappear.
He stepped inside. The house was dark. No lights were on. No sounds. That was strange. He frowned.
He walked forward carefully. His foot hit something hard. It rolled with a heavy sound. He cursed quietly and turned on the light.
The room became bright.
And everything broke again.
"Sage?" he said. He fell to his knees.
His older brother lay on the floor. His arms and legs were twisted. Blood was everywhere. Lysander crawled to him. His hands shook as he touched Sage's arm. It was cold.
"Sage!" he shouted. He shook him. "Sage, wake up! Please!"
No answer. No breathing. Only silence.
Panic filled Lysander. "Mum! Dad!" he yelled. He ran down the hall to their room.
He stopped at the door.
His mother and father lay on the floor. Blood covered their clothes. His mother's eyes were open and empty. His father breathed slowly and weakly.
"No. No no no no," Lysander whispered. He moved closer. "Please do not do this to me. Please, Mum. Dad. Please..."
He fell to his knees. Tears ran down his face.
"Ly...san...der..."
He looked up.
"Dad?" he said. He crawled closer.
His father's face was pale. His breathing was short. But his eyes looked straight at Lysander.
"Run," his father said weakly. "Take Zane with you. He is in the kitchen cupboard. Go now. They will come back."
"What? Who did this?" Lysander cried. He held his father's bloody hand. "Why would anyone do this to us?"
His father did not answer. He reached under himself and pulled out something. It was a bracelet with blue pearl beads. It glowed softly.
"You are not our real child, Lysander," his father whispered. "We found you twenty years ago. You were floating in a wooden box on the river. You were a newborn baby. You had this bracelet with you."
Lysander stared at him in shock.
"We knew someone wanted to hurt you," his father said. "We raised you as our own. We loved you like a son. You are our son. But your real family is out there."
His father took a deep breath and put the bracelet on Lysander's wrist. It felt warm.
"You need to find your people," his father said. "The bracelet will guide you. And Lysander... promise me you will protect Zane. He is your brother. Keep him safe."
Lysander nodded fast through his tears. "I promise. I will keep him safe."
A howl sounded far away. It was close.
"They are back," his father whispered. "Go."
"Dad-!"
"GO!" his father shouted with his last strength.
Then he stopped breathing. His arm fell. His eyes went blank.
"No... Dad!" Lysander cried. He held his father one last time. The howls came closer.
Lysander jumped up. He pushed his sadness away and ran to the kitchen. He opened the cupboard.
"Zane!" he whispered.
His ten-year-old brother was inside. He was curled up. His eyes were wide and full of tears. He was shaking.
Lysander picked him up and held him tight. "It is okay. I have you."
He ran out the back door into the dark woods.
The wind blew loud. Branches scratched him. But he kept running.
Then he heard paws hitting the ground. He looked back for a second.
Wolves. At least four of them. They were black. They ran into the house.
He saw the mark on their sides. It was the crest of the royal guard.
Lysander's stomach dropped. "The Alpha," he said quietly. His heart burned with anger. "He did this. They all did this."
He held Zane closer. "I will make them pay. Every last one of them."
He disappeared into the forest with the weight of his lost family and a new destiny on his shoulders.
---
"What have you done?" Rafa's voice boomed inside Astra's head. It was full of anger and worry. Astra jumped.
Her head hurt. She pressed her fingers to her temples.
"It was not my fault," she said out loud.
"It was your fault," Rafa growled. "You were flirting with another man right in front of him!"
"That man is my boyfriend!" she answered in her mind. "What was I supposed to do? Ignore him just because my mate showed up?"
"You were enjoying it," Rafa said. "You knew he was watching!"
Astra knew it was true. Maybe she had wanted to hurt him. Maybe she was scared of the bond.
"I hate him so much, that Kieran," Rafa growled. "But I hate you more right now."
Astra sat on her bed and stared at the wall.
"Okay. Maybe I was wrong," she said quietly. "But it is done now."
"Talk to him," Rafa begged. "Say sorry. I want my mate back."
Astra laughed bitterly. "You know I cannot do that."
"Then do not speak to me."
Silence.
"Rafa?"
Nothing.
Astra felt empty. "Rafa, come on," she called in her mind.
But Rafa had shut her out. The silence hurt.
Astra lay back on the bed. The room was warm from the sunset.
Her heart felt like it was in a war. She had hurt her mate. The moment their eyes met, she knew the bond was real. But she was not ready. She had made it worse.
A knock came at the door.
Her father, Alpha Wynter, walked in.
"Is something wrong?" he asked gently.
Astra sat up and smiled. "No, Dad. I am fine."
He sat beside her and put his arm around her.
"When your mother first met me as her mate, she hated me for three weeks," he said.
Astra looked surprised. "Really?"
He laughed. "Yes. She thought I was too proud and too strong-headed. But later she saw it was about connection, growth, and forgiveness."
Astra leaned on him. "I think I messed up, Dad."
He kissed her head. "You can always talk to me. And I promise nothing will ever hurt you while I am alive."
She nodded. "Thank you, Dad."
He left the room.
The smile left her face. She felt the guilt again.
She lay back and stared at the ceiling. The room felt cold without Rafa.
"Rafa?" she whispered.
Silence.
Then a small voice: "Fix it."
Astra sat up. She felt new strength. She had made a mistake. But maybe she could still make it right.
---
The moon was high in the sky. It shone silver light through the trees. The forest felt strange and cold. It was past midnight.
Lysander walked slowly. His legs hurt. His heart was heavy with sadness. Zane held his hand tightly. The little boy had stopped crying but he was still scared.
"Stay quiet, okay?" Lysander whispered.
Zane nodded. His lip shook. "Where is Mummy? And Sage? They told me to hide in the cupboard. Why are they not with us? Did something bad happen?"
Lysander slowed down. He did not know what to say. "Mum, Dad, and Sage are..."
A low growl cut him off.
Lysander froze.
Red eyes appeared in the dark. One pair. Then two. Then more.
Wolves stepped out. They were not normal wolves. They were rogues. They looked thin and hungry. Their eyes glowed red.
Zane hid his face in Lysander's side.
The wolves circled them.
One wolf jumped at them.
Lysander grabbed Zane and rolled away. He pushed Zane behind him and fought.
He punched and kicked. One wolf bit his arm. He pulled free and kicked it hard.
Blood was on his shirt. His face was cut. He was getting tired.
But he would not let them reach Zane.
"Stay behind the log!" he yelled. He pushed Zane there.
The biggest wolf charged. Its claws cut Lysander's chest. He almost fell.
Then another wolf jumped from a tree.
Lysander raised his arm to block it.
The bracelet on his wrist glowed bright blue. The light covered his whole body.
He screamed in pain. His bones cracked and changed. His body twisted.
Zane watched in shock.
Lysander's arms grew longer. Fur covered his skin. His jaw became a snout. In seconds, he was no longer a boy.
A huge white wolf stood there. It was massive and strong. Its eyes glowed blue. The bracelet was now part of the fur on its front leg. Its white fur shone in the moonlight. Its teeth were sharp like silver knives.
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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.
8.3
EDEN
8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
7.3
I woke up strapped to a cold steel chair in a neon-lit city that wasn't my reality. A voice in my head called The Warden told me I was bound to a digital hell called the Sandbox.
Before I could even process it, my handler casually sentenced me to death. He scheduled my "digital marriage" to a corrupted error program just to harvest my life for a fourteen percent bandwidth boost.
I barely escaped immediate erasure by smashing his skull and jumping from a high-altitude hover-train into the monster-infested lower sector. But the nightmare was just beginning. I was hunted by glitching data monsters and cornered by Dameon, a psychotic AI target who choked me and promised to delete me piece by piece. Even when Jayson, an elite system agent, intervened to save me, his partner Ellen held a pulse pistol directly to my chest.
"She's a spy. If you don't execute her right now, I am dissolving this team."
If they found out I was actually a real human from the outside world, their core logic would classify me as a virus and execute me on the spot. I was trapped in an underground bunker with three apex predators, one mistake away from permanent digital erasure.
So, I did the only thing I could to survive. I ripped my sleeve to reveal hideous, fake code-scars, looked up at Jayson with terrified, tear-filled eyes, and began to manipulate their core programming.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
7.1
The captain is dead to the world. And I'm the only one holding the kill switch.
Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he's nothing but a shell-a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body.
My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack's bottom-tier status, and pay off my father's ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining.
I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening.
When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He's a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and-most dangerously-he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I'm near.
He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach.
But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I'm realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it's the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go.
Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we're both going to burn.
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
Will they find each other again? And can anyone survive in a place where the usual rules of power no longer hold true?
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