rejected

“I should’ve done better,” he whispered into the empty room. But some things… come too late. And some loves… don’t survive the silence between two people. Two hearts. Two lives. Still connected… by something they never fully understood. Love. Or maybe… Something even deeper. Something that never really ends.

Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape. Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.

In a werewolf pack that despised weakness, Aphrodite learned to survive by staying quiet, keeping her head down, and enduring cruelty in silence. The Alpha heirs hated her. The future Beta and Gamma made her life unbearable. When she finally breaks and seeks freedom at the Moon Goddess temple, she does not find release. She finds truth. Aphrodite is not human at all. She is a rare white wolf, descended from an ancient Direwolf bloodline long believed extinct. The ritual meant to sever her ties awakens her wolf instead and with it comes the scent of five mates bound to her by fate. The Alpha twins who once scorned her now cannot stay away. A human hunter walks beside her and proves that strength is not born of fangs or dominance. A cursed Wolf King holds the key to her past and her father’s imprisonment. And watching from the shadows is one who was never meant to interfere at all. As gods fall, packs fracture, and war reshapes the world, Aphrodite must decide what destiny truly means. Is it submission to fate or the courage to choose her own path. Love does not come in one form. Neither does power. In a world ruled by gods and wolves, Aphrodite will become something neither ever expected. Not a queen. But the axis upon which the world turns.

PROLOGUE A long time ago, dragons and werewolves lived under a fragile truce. But some werewolf rulers, driven by greed and envy of the dragons' fast-growing capital, wanted more. They couldn't stand the way dragons ruled the skies and the realm, their supremacy between seasons and all other nations. So they set out to destroy them. They released a deadly disease, one that only targeted dragon women and infants. One by one, dragon mothers died. Eggs never hatched. Mates went mad from grief. And many dragons withered and faded without their bonded mates. The weak ones were captured, locked in cages, paraded for amusement, and tortured in enemy dungeons for years. But the high-clan dragons never forgot. When they rose again, they came with fire. And the war that followed nearly destroyed the realm. All realms became enemies to one another. The humans were separated from supernatural beings for their preservation and safety. Their memory of a shared realm became only a myth told in scary stories and theories. Years after the betrayal, the dragons went into hiding. They built their kingdom in secret, away from wolves, away from humans. But they didn't forget what was taken from them. With no dragon women left, they turned to humans. They bred with them, trained them, and raised them—not for love, but for war. All for an army strong enough for the next battle against their enemies.

They say the moon sees everything—but it can’t heal a broken heart. Faye has spent years building a fortress around her soul. As the Delta of Silver Hollow, she is the shield of her pack, a warrior who doesn't flinch. But when Jason, the man who taught her how to love—and how to bleed—returns, her walls don't just crack; they shatter. How do you lead a war against an enemy when your heart still beats for the man standing on the other side? Across the pack lines, Wynta is running. A rogue by choice, she’s spent her life escaping the chains of commitment. But Jared, the rebellious heir with a lonely soul, sees the girl behind the bravado. He doesn't just want her loyalty; he wants her home. For a girl who has never belonged anywhere, his love is the most terrifying challenge of all. And then there is Luci. Caught in the crossfire of a world she doesn't understand, she finds an unexpected anchor in Easton Reed. He is the ice-cold hockey captain with a frozen heart, yet in his silence, Luci finds the only melody that makes sense. As the sky turns crimson and ancient rivalries demand a sacrifice, these four souls must decide: Is loyalty worth the price of a soulmate? Under the haunting glow of the blood moon, secrets will be screamed, sacrifices will be made, and "forever" will be tested by the ghosts of "never again." Will they find a way to belong, or is some love meant to be buried in the ash of war?

Nate’s fingers closed around Aire’s wrist. “You felt it,” he murmured. “The bond.” Aire’s pulse raced, but she didn’t pull away. “Feeling it,” she said softly, “doesn’t mean I’m keeping it.” ......... Aire has always been cursed, wolfless, silver-haired, tolerated, and never wanted. A punishment, the elders say, for the sin her father committed against the Moon Goddess. In a world where power is measured by the strength of your wolf and the purity of your bloodline, she is neither. She survives quietly under her uncle’s roof, enduring humiliation because survival is better than being cast out. One fateful ball, the mate bond snapped when three wolves claimed her at once. Xanden. Alaric. Nate. The Alpha triplets who rule their territory like a united front of teeth and pride. The same men everyone assumed would claim someone else, someone stronger, and someone worthy. And not her. Aire does the only thing she can think to do. She rejects them. However, Alphas are not meant to be rejected. Especially not by a cursed girl with no wolf. Now, instead of being ignored, she’s watched. Instead of being pitied, she’s claimed. The triplets don’t want romance. They want control. They drag her into their territory, into their politics, into a royal system filled with spies, rival houses, and daughters raised to become queens. Aire begins to realize something terrifying. The mate bond may not be her greatest danger. Making the Alphas feel might be. She is either destined to rule beside them… Or die before she ever gets the chance.

One crown, and one candidate. Except, the sole heir doesn't want it either. Leander Halycra never wanted the throne, but now he has to bear the weight because once, he took the responsibility for one person. And that person ended up breaking his heart into a million pieces. Years later, he loses himself in those pieces as he tries to find contentment in the duties he avoided all his youth. But when the subject of his heartbreak, the now desperate and helpless Artmesia Montclair, reenters his life, he must realize its never truly possible to keep his heart guarded, and to love no longer.

“Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart– only the King’s law.” I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" “Be silent,” he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom.” He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. “If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

On the night before her wedding, Arabella Montclair believed she was the luckiest wolf alive. Mated to the powerful Alpha Victor Ashford. Chosen by the Moon Goddess. Finally free from a lifetime of living in her stepmother’s shadow. She poured her heart into planning the perfect ceremony, convinced that tomorrow would mark the beginning of her happily ever after. Instead, it became the day her world shattered. Before the entire Silver Moon Pack, Arabella walks into her own wedding hall, only to find her mate standing at the altar with another bride. Her stepsister. Humiliated and exposed, her most guarded secret is revealed: she carries an F-class fertility rating, deemed cursed, unworthy of bearing an heir. In a world where fertility defines a wolf’s value, she is rejected, discarded, and publicly stripped of her title as mate. “I reject you.” With those words, her bond is severed. Her wolf falls silent. And Arabella is condemned to the lowest fate imaginable, declared a breeder, a life worse than slavery. Beaten. Broken. Forgotten. But fate is far from finished with her. On the very day she is cast aside, the immortal Lycan King, Enzo Obsidian, arrives unannounced at Silver Moon Pack. A ruthless ruler with violet eyes and centuries of power behind him, Enzo has come to investigate corruption festering within the pack. He expected deceit. He expected betrayal. He expected blood. He did not expect her. Among the women paraded before him as entertainment, one figure stands out, a girl in torn white lace, head bowed, silent yet defiant. She smells of pain… and something far rarer. She does not belong there. As secrets unravel and hidden truths surface, the rejected breeder may be more than what anyone believes. And the king who fears nothing may soon find himself entangled in a fate neither of them saw coming. Because sometimes, the one deemed unworthy by a pack… is the one destined to stand beside a king.

You mean that Prince Yu wants to marry me?” “Exactly, young master, Prince Yu wants to marry you!” “Hell no! Is he out of his mind? Even if woman is a rare species nowadays, as the prince, he could have a chance to marry one. Is it because he got excluded, or maybe he has sexual impotence, so he could only marry a man?” you! “No, Prince Yu is charming, majestic, endowed with civil and martial virtues, and also in perfect health.” “Then why would he marry me?” “Maybe because of your reputation out there.” “Reputation? Am I quite famous?” “Of course. Young master, you’re far-famed.” “Really? What did they say about me?” “They said you are ugly, good-for-nothing, short-lived, a freak, with no morals, and shameless…” …

Crown Prince Rain Vale an heir only by title—never by heart. In the kingdom of Silverreach, omegas are meant to serve, not rule. Yet I was born the son of the consort and declared heir at birth, shattering centuries of tradition and igniting hatred in the hearts of my seven alpha brothers. To them, I am not a prince… but the moon's greatest mistake waiting to be corrected. My coming-of-age Howling Ceremony was meant to fix that mistake. A political spectacle designed to bind me to a powerful alpha and quietly strip me of power, ensuring Silverreach returns to its “proper” order. But the Moon has always loved cruel jokes. Instead of a conquering warlord, noble king, or domineering alpha, the bond binds to Caelan Moonfang—the fallen alpha of the Moonfang pack, a crippled Enigma. To my father, the match is an insult. To Caelan’s brother, it is humiliation. To the world, it is proof the Moon has lost its mind. But I knelt anyway and claimed him. Because I, Rain Vale, have never been obedient. And if the kingdoms see a mistake… I will become their worst.

I am Lucy Drakonia, daughter of the Alpha King of Virelan, born to inherit a throne of fire, trained to command the Western host. But when I was declared wolfless at eighteen, I became a royal embarrassment. A curse. A defect. My pack tolerated me only as long as my bloodline was useful to them. Then my mate betrayed me. My unborn child was taken from me. And my father cast me out. Having no choice really, I vanish into the human world, rebuilding a quiet life far from pack cruelty. But on my twenty-third birthday, something strange stirs within me. Stranger creatures hunt me. Even the Supreme Alpha’s cursed son crosses my path. Most bizarre is the strange mark on my back that reveals that destiny does not belong to wolves alone… what had slept in my blood all this while—what had subdued my wolf nature at eighteen—was never meant to kneel. Now, packs, kingdoms, and ancient forces rise to claim or destroy me, including my old pack. The girl they exiled may be the key to a power older than the Lykara of Dominion itself.

I was the rejected twin, while Michael, the golden, adored twin, had everything. I had nothing, not until Alpha Ethan Blackwood rejected me out like I was worthless for my twin brother. I didn't stay any longer as I joined the Royal Order and rose at Royal spear academy, learning that Michael is studying at Black blood academy. My ex mate Ethan? Got cursed by Moon Goddess who sees everything and doesn't forgive. At the academy, I meet my teammates: Riko, Ren, and Leo, all chaotic, wild, unstoppable and entirely mine. There I also met Adam, an Alpha who is mysterious, obsessive only towards me, refusing to leave me alone. But just as I begin to trust him, Adam’s secret slipped, a truth that could destroy everything because, what started as a friendship is becoming something far more dangerous: love.

Mia Rowan has no room for mistakes. As a scholarship student at the prestigious St. Aurelius Academy, she cannot afford distractions, scandals, or feelings. Her plan is simple: stay on top, protect her future, and never let anything get in the way. Then her closest friend, Ray Montrose, confesses to her. What should have stayed between them quickly turns into distance, tension, and rumors Mia cannot control. With the whole school watching, a student council president getting closer, and Ray becoming harder to understand by the day, Mia is forced to face something far more dangerous than failing. Her own heart.

Raven was young, naïve… and an Omega. She stumbled upon their pack—three powerful Alpha brothers. They could have ended her life, but they let her go, on one condition: she must never tell anyone about their location. But fate wasn’t so kind. When she returned home to her father panicked—an attack was coming from the Moonburn pack and someone had to divert their enemies’ attention. Raven is forced to make the impossible choice: protect her family or preserve another’s. To save her own, she betrayed someone else’s. It was the beginning of her ruin. Not only did her decision unleash chaos she could never undo, it marked her for revenge—by the Alphas she had wronged, and by the consequences of her own deceit. Struggling for survival, Raven must navigate a dangerous world of powerful Alphas, broken promises, and dark desire. But can a girl who betrayed so much ever find redemption—or love—without paying the ultimate price?

No one talks about the Black Moon. They say children born beneath its ink-stained light are cosmic errors, mistakes corrected before their seventh winter. At eighteen, I am the error that lived. As the Alpha’s daughter, I should have been royalty. Instead, I am a ghost in my father’s house, treated like rot beneath the floorboards and never touched without heavy gloves. I have no wolf and no future—until the night I am rejected by my fated mate. When my heart breaks, the sky breaks with it. The moon turns black, lightning strikes, and a plague begins to destroy my pack from the inside out. The Priests’ verdict is simple: to save the wolves, the "curse" must be bled dry. Sentenced to death, I steal one final night of freedom in the neon haze of a forbidden club. There, I meet a dangerous stranger with a deal that tastes like sin and salvation. Yes, they called me a mistake. They called me a sacrifice. But when I return for the Bloodline rituals, the Goddess didn’t choose my sister to save the world. She chose me. Now, the Kings of wolves, mages, and vampires are coming for me; they all want a piece of the Black Luna to tip the scales of war. They think they can buy my blood, my presence, or my hand in marriage… They are wrong, because the shadow beneath my skin… is finally hungry. Excerpt: "You're a long way from the attic, little curse," he says, his voice a low, silk-wrapped growl. "I'm a few hours from an altar," I shoot back, my sassy edge finding its footing. "I figured I'd see what the world looks like before I'm bled dry for it." He leans down, his breath warm against my ear. "The Blood-Claw pack is foolish. They think they can solve a plague by killing the only thing the Goddess actually bothered to mark?” "They think I'm a mistake. Who are you to tell them otherwise?" He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, his silver gaze pinning me in place. "I’m the Prince," he says, the title sounding like a threat. "And that’s enough.” He reaches out, his thumb grazing my jawline, tracing the path where my father’s hand usually leaves a bruise. I should flinch, but the shadow in my blood is purring at his touch. “I have a proposal, Iskera. If you go back alone, you die at dawn,” he whispers, his eyes darkening. "They’ll open your throat to appease a Goddess who isn't even listening. But if you go back as my property? If you wear my ring and carry my name?" He leans closer, his lips inches from mine, his scent of sandalwood and winter air filling my senses. "Not even your father would dare draw his knife against what belongs to me."

Fate chose her. Power made him refuse. After being publicly rejected by her Alpha mate, she disappeared into the shadows. Years later, he finds her again—stronger, colder, and no longer his to command. But when the council demands their marriage to save the pack, old wounds reopen and dangerous secrets surface. Surrounded by rivals, lies, and unfinished bonds, she holds the one thing he never expected— The power to destroy him… or forgive him.

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] **** “Nathan…” Maddison murmured sweetly, her voice soft, almost playful. “Ashley’s been clinging to you over that mating ceremony lately… doesn’t it exhaust you?” “Baby…” Nathan’s voice dropped, low and rough, laced with disdain. “Let’s not waste our time talking about someone so irrelevant while we’re enjoying ourselves.” A cold smirk tugged at his lips. “You know those promises I made to her meant nothing.” His tone turned darker, almost amused. “I said them just to watch her hope… just so I could rip it away from her tomorrow.” His gaze hardened. “I want her to stand there and watch it happen—watch with her own eyes who would become my Luna.” His hand slid around Maddison’s waist, pulling her firmly against him, possessive and certain. “It was always you. Only you.” A flicker of anger crossed his face, sharp and unforgiving. “I’ll make her regret the day she was born. If that disgusting woman she calls a mother hadn’t switched you at the hospital, none of this would’ve happened. You—the true Alpha’s daughter—wouldn’t have wasted eighteen years suffering while that impostor lived in your place.” He let out a quiet scoff, thick with contempt. “If things had been right from the start, you would’ve grown up beside me… as my future bride.” Nathan brushed Maddison’s hair aside, his voice dropping into something darker, colder. “All we’re doing now… is correcting a mistake.” His lips curved faintly. “She can drown in her misery while the entire pack turns its back on her…” His grip on Maddison tightened slightly. “…and you take the place that’s always been yours.” *** After Ashley was exposed as the fake Alpha’s daughter, her world collapsed overnight. The people who once adored her turned cold, one by one—including Nathan, her childhood sweetheart and fiancé. He didn’t just abandon her; he played along, pretending to go through with the mating ceremony, only to use it as a stage to humiliate her and publicly claim Maddison—the true Alpha’s daughter—as his mate. It was his way of proving that without her title, Ashley was nothing. They expected her to stay. To bow her head, accept the blame, and atone for a “sin” that was never hers. But they forgot how far they had pushed her. After enduring Maddison’s cruelty and torture, Ashley chose to run. She left everything behind and, in time, found someone else—someone far removed from the life that had broken her. By the time Nathan realized the truth of his own feelings, that it had always been Ashley, it was already too late. She had entered a contract marriage with the Monster Duke, and Nathan even took part in sending her to someone else's bed. Nathan thought she would regret it. Thought she would come back. But he was wrong, and regret drowned him. Now, he wanted her back and would do anything to make it happen, but would Ashley's husband allow it?

"Let me go!" I screamed, pounding his chest and trying to get out of his arms. His embrace is the last place I want to be, no matter how warm it feels against the chill, rainy night. "Lyra, calm down!" He commands, his tone authoritative, while he tries to gather my flying limbs. If he thinks barking orders like he is in the military is going to calm me, then he doesn't know the crazy woman he is dealing with. I continued to scream like I was being molested while demanding that he let me go. Words I mixed with 'I hate you.' As if he understands that only a drastic move would calm the situation down, he leans down and kisses me. There is no one Lyra hates more than Ryan Blackwell, a man she believes destroyed her life several years ago. So why then does her heart flutter like a hummingbird when he is near, and her body tremble at his touch? They say only a thin line separates love and hatred, and Lyra is about to find out how true these words are. Is Ryan truly the one who ruined her life, or has Lyra been wrong all this time?