The Rejected Alpha and His Human Mate
"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck.
Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck.
Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death?
On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible.
Wait a minute!
She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her.
On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being.
This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic.
How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck?
"Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face.
Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something?
'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her.
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He is the all powerful Alpha of the wolves, dangerous, bloodthirsty and the archenemy of the humans but what happens when the moon goodness curses his fate by mating him to a human?
Would he lose his infamous reputation for her sake or go through eternal suffering by letting her go?
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Chapter 6
He glared down at his council members from his throne as they babbled on before looking away, finding her in the midst of the small crowd.
He made eye contact with Iris, a brow raised in question as he studied her hard face not missing the low hiss from her clenched teeth even as she gave a single nod.
His mate was fine and carefully locked up in her room. Serves her right for daring to disrespect him in front of the entirety of his pack members but his heart couldn't keep still, thundering against his ribcage.
"Alpha Damon." One of his council members stressed his name, snapping his attention back to them.
"You have to see reasons with us!" The man hissed at him with blazing eyes full of disgust.
"Reasons?" He asked cooly, fully relaxing against his throne.
What gave them the right to think they could challenge him in his pack?
Snickering, he began slowly tapping his index finger against his lap. "What reasons?"
"You are Alpha Damon Archer, the most feared man in the world of the wolves and humans and..."
Abruptly jumping to his feet, he glared right at the man below him. "Get straight to the point, Gerald."
"You can't get mated to a human!" Gerald forced out, an intense hatred in his eyes.
His eyes flashed and the humming court went quiet in an instance already sensing the change of mood in their Alpha except for Gerald.
"What. did. you. just. say?" He asked slowly, punctuating every word with his descent down the many steps from his high throne.
Gerald, not wanting to back down, straightened his spine and looked right into the Alpha's eyes, resisting the urge to bend his knees and bow in an instant.
"Making her your mate will weaken you and get our pack destroyed!" He continued to talk, putting more vigor into his words as the Alpha continued his slow walk towards him.
"I speak for the entire council members!" He began to splutter, his hands moving wildly as the Alpha's aura got thick in the air, already bending people to their knees and making their skin prickle.
Standing right in front of Gerald, his face twisted into a grimace and a frown all at once, he asked in a low deep voice. "You speak for the entire council?"
"Ye...yessss." Suffocated by the Alpha's intense aura, Gerald's face began to redden but his legs wouldn't bend in submission no matter how hard he tried.
"I see." He drawled out before gently placing a hand on Gerald's shoulder, his eyes glinting with a murderous glare.
"We...we came to the conclusion that...that..."
"That?" He asked between his teeth, watching his council members closely as the man suddenly didn't want to talk, his eyes darting around for help.
"Most...most Alpha reject their mates and still get married to a befitting Luna." The man started in a strangled but still confident voice.
His hand on Gerald's shoulder began to tighten.
"And?" He forced out, his eyes beginning to glow.
"And we thought to give you Iris, the daughter of the late Zain and the sister to your gamma as a wife, a befitting Luna for the pack."
His eyes went out of focus as this council member grew bolder in his utterance.
Slowly letting go of his shoulder, he took two steps backwards releasing his suffocating aura on them.
"Iris." He called with a blank expression on his face and noted the glee in the faces of his council members.
Resisting the urge to scoff, he caught Iris rising to her feet, a slight blush on her cheeks as she bowed.
"Do you think you are fit to be my Luna?" He asked with a tone of disinterest even as he watched her blush deepen and her deadly aura melt into a coy one.
"Alpha, I..."
"Do you think you are better than my mate?" This time, he asked with a tinge of annoyance, cutting off her irritating coquettishness.
At his question, her eyes widened slightly and she forced a swallow down her throat.
"I..."
Fully sneering this time, he glared directly at her. "Do you think you are better than the mate handpicked by the moon goddess herself just because she is human!?"
His voice dropped and all color got drained from Iris' face as her eyes began to dart around.
"Alpha, you go too far!" Gerald butted in.
"We are your council members because it is our duty to lead you into the right part and correct your wrongs!"
This man was clearly pushing the line and recklessly biting more than he could chew.
"Is my mate the wrong part then?" He asked, turning his full attention to the man, his chest getting stuffy at the rejection from his council.
"She is a human and a weak one at that!" Gerald fired back, getting his courage from the sly devil beneath his feet.
The Alpha's eyes began to glow as he turned to face Gerald fully.
"What did you just say?" He asked slowly in a hiss.
"She is below the smallest member of our pack and isn't fit to be a pack member not to talk more of being Luna and leading us alongside you!"
A blanket of silence fell on the entire court room as the Alpha's eyes glowed even brighter but Gerald continued talking, his face twisted and his lips up in a sneer.
"You have to reject her and get married to Ir..."
A backhand from the Alpha across his cheeks threw him to his back.
"HOW DARE YOU!" The Alpha growled before hunching his back, his bones cracking and clothes tearing as he quickly morphed into his gigantic golden wolf.
With one powerful leap, he descended on the sprawled Gerald, clamped his teeth on his neck and tore it off in one sweeping movement, detaching his head from his body before tossing the head to the side.
Gerald's eyes were still wide with raw fear, his mouth frozen in a scream that never emerged as his detached head got drained of all colour.
Turning to look at his trembling council members all on their knees with head bent in submission, he mind linked them all.
[Let this be a warning!]
[My mate is equal to me and holds the same command as I do! You all will acknowledge her as your Luna even now!] He boomed in their heads, his black eyes flickering at the chattering of teeth around the court room.
[Anyone who dares to rebel against her will meet a worse fate.]
And with that, he disappears from sight only to appear right in front of her locked door.
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9.6
Areli was the hardest-working medic in the Blackridge Clan, but her efforts only earned her the title of a useless burden.
Her supposed lover, Eugene, and her senior mentor, Gloria, lured her to the edge of the deadly Blackwind Cliff and shoved her straight into the abyss.
She miraculously survived the freefall, only to return and find Gloria standing before the entire clan, wearing a mask of fake sorrow.
"Look! The traitor is back! She eloped with wild males!" Gloria shrieked.
Eugene stepped up, looking heartbroken, and publicly accused her of betraying his love.
The crowd erupted, raining hisses and boos upon her, completely ignoring the horrific, life-threatening bruises that covered her battered body.
They blindly believed the lies, treating her like garbage while Gloria secretly plotted to poison her water and destroy her completely.
Areli felt a chilling sense of betrayal. How could the man who claimed to love her watch her fall with such cold eyes?
To make matters worse, her modern biochemist instincts revealed a terrifying truth: she was unexpectedly pregnant with the child of a savage Warlord she had encountered in the wild.
In this brutal, primitive world, showing any weakness was an absolute death sentence.
But she wasn't going to cower or run away.
Refusing the Warlord's offer to simply rescue her, Areli calmly placed a highly toxic herb on her drying rack and left her tent flap open.
The bait was set. Now, she just had to wait for the screams.
9.5
Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.
7.8
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over.
He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.
The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace.
When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.
He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war.
I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.
Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
7.6
I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me.
But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest.
The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me.
They didn't.
Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her.
They let me burn to keep her warm.
When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages.
That was the moment Elena Vitiello died.
I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York.
By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring.
"You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them.
"Burn for it."