Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess
Cora Snow has always been the outcast of the Lincoln Pack. At twenty, her wolf remains dormant, leaving her weak, overlooked, and an easy target for ridicule. She’s invisible, until the night her wolf finally awakens.
That same night, Cain, the Alpha’s enigmatic son, returns to the pack, accompanied by Cora’s sister, the golden image of everything Cora is not. Fate strikes cruelly: Cain, her destined mate, rejects her before she can even speak. Humiliated and broken, Cora flees, disappearing into the shadows of the wilderness. And no one, neither her pack nor her own family bats an eye. To them, she has always been nothing.
But Cora is far from nothing. What begins as a quiet spark of survival quickly ignites into a force no one could anticipate. The weak wolf they scorned is about to become the most powerful, feared, and untouchable creature the pack has ever known. And when destiny calls, the girl they laughed at will have the power to rewrite everything.....including Cain’s heart.
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Chapter: Chapter 205 Kaia's POV The summons came just before dawn. No messenger. Only the familiar black envelope slipped beneath my door, sealed with the silver insignia of the Veil. I stared at it for a long moment before picking it up. My stomach tightened. Summons were never ignored. And they were rarely good. I dressed in silence, fastening on the dark leather that had become as familiar as my own skin. My hands moved automatically, but my thoughts refused to settle. They couldn't know. They couldn't know about Anton. We had been careful. No one had followed me. No one had seen us. At least... I didn't think they had. The thought stayed with me as I descended through the underground corridors beneath headquarters. The deeper I walked, the quieter everything became. The Veil's fortress had never been welcoming. It wasn't built to be. Stone walls swallowed every sound. Torches burned with pale blue flames that gave off no warmth. The air smelled faintly of damp earth and old blood.
Last Updated: 2026-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 204Elena's POV "Are you okay?" I asked as I hurried toward Hannah. She didn't answer. Instead, she threw her arms around me so tightly that I nearly lost my balance. "Elena..." Her voice cracked. I immediately wrapped my arms around her. "Hey... what's wrong?" I asked, trying to gently pull her back so I could look her over. "Did you get hurt?" She only hugged me tighter. "I'm so happy you're here." I felt her shoulders shaking. She was crying. A lump formed in my throat. I rubbed slow circles over her back. "It's okay," I whispered. "I'm here now." She buried her face against my shoulder, and I couldn't help smiling. "Husband," I called over her shoulder. "You must be so relieved to see me." Eric chuckled as he walked over. "You have no idea." He wrapped his arms around both of us, kissing my forehead before leaning over to kiss Hannah's as well. "I missed you," he murmured. Before either of us could respond, another pair of arms joined the hug. Anton. I laughed.
Last Updated: 2026-07-20
Chapter: Chapter 203 Hannah's POV There were bodies everywhere. Atreus' Sentinels and Wards had been torn to shreds. Blood stained the ground, broken weapons lay scattered across the yard, and smoke curled into the night sky. The few who remained were still fighting. Atreus was a force of nature. He moved through the yard with terrifying precision, ripping the head from one Daywalker before driving an ashwood stake straight through another's heart. Every movement was controlled, every strike lethal. His clothes were soaked with blood, but he never slowed. Every time someone tried to get past him, they died. Anton fought not far from him. His claws tore through Veil operatives as if they were made of paper. He shifted between human and wolf with frightening speed, knocking enemies aside to protect the Sentinels fighting around him. For a brief second, I caught sight of Kaia. She stood among the Veil. Her movements were graceful, almost effortless, as she fought beside them. Then our eyes met.
Last Updated: 2026-07-19
Chapter: Chapter 202Hannah's POV I felt him before I even saw him. He was here. With Anton. I could smell him. Eric must have sensed something too because he turned toward the door. So did I. Atreus was already walking toward it when the door opened. Anton held up a hand. "Relax, guys. He's not gonna do anything." Devon. "Who the fuck did you bring here?" Eric snapped. "Don't tell me it's her." Anton frowned. "Her? Who?" Eric snarled, and a look passed between the two of them. A look I didn't understand. Devon stepped up behind Anton. "You do look like that son of a bitch. Close enough. Welcome back from the dead," Eric said as he started walking toward him. Anton stepped in front of him. "Hear what he has to say, Eric." Eric shoved Anton in the chest. "The fuck I will. Are you insane, bringing him here? We don't know him. His brother was a psycho freak who wanted my wife as his puppet." "I'm not the bad guy here," Devon interjected. "I just want to help keep Hannah safe." "Or I'll
Last Updated: 2026-07-18
Chapter: Chapter 201 Anton's POV Running had always been my escape. When I was angry, I ran. When I couldn't sleep, I ran. It usually worked. Not anymore. My feet pounded against the dirt trail. Every breath burned pleasantly in my lungs. Every stride should have been clearing my head. Instead, I kept seeing her. Gray eyes. Dark hair. I cursed under my breath and picked up my pace. "This is ridiculous," I muttered. I barely knew her. She fought for the enemy. She had spent her entire life serving the people trying to kill Hannah. So why couldn't I stop thinking about her? I vaulted over a fallen log without breaking stride. The familiar scent of pine and damp earth filled the air. Then... Something else. Rain. Smoke. Wild lavender. I stopped so abruptly my boots dug grooves into the trail. No. It couldn't be. The wind shifted again. I'd recognize it anywhere. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting instinct take over. She was close. Very close.
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: Chapter 200 Third Person's POV The report reached Atreus just before dawn. The door swung open without ceremony. A Daywalker Scout stumbled inside. He dropped to one knee. "My lord..." Atreus was already standing. "What happened?" "The Eastern Sanctuary..." The Scout was hesitant to speak. "...has fallen." Silence swallowed the room. Eric slowly lowered the mug he'd been holding. Anton straightened from where he'd been leaning against the window. Hannah's heart sank. Atreus didn't react immediately. His face remained impossibly stoic. "When did communication cease?" "Just under an hour ago." "The Warden?" "No response." "The Sentinels?" The Scout lowered his eyes. "None." The Eastern Sanctuary wasn't simply another settlement. It was one of the oldest sanctuaries still standing. Retired Sentinels lived there. Young families. Historians. Children born into the Daywalker race. It had never been designed as a fortress. It had been built
Last Updated: 2026-07-15
Revenge of The Woods Heiress.
Betrayed. Murdered. Reborn.
Astrid Woods, the only daughter of billionaire Arthur Woods, believed she had married the love of her life.
Instead, Adam Pierce married her for her inheritance.
Together with her best friend Miley Perez, they poisoned her father, stole her empire, and left her to die with the child growing inside her.
But death was not the end.
Astrid wakes up the night before her wedding.
This time, the naive heiress is gone.
In her place stands a woman with one goal.
Revenge.
She will ruin Adam.
She will destroy Miley.
And she will make them beg for mercy.
But just when her revenge begins, a powerful man returns to her life.
Ares Antonovich, the billionaire who once loved her, now stands by her side.
And he holds a secret that could change everything.
Because in this life…
Astrid is not the only one who came back from the dead.
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Chapter: Chapter 48 Astrid’s POV I woke slowly. Not because I was rested. But because my body felt like it belonged to someone else. Heavy. Slow. For a few quiet seconds, I simply stared upward. White ceiling. Soft light. A room I didn’t recognize. Silence pressed around me. No voices. No footsteps. No panic. Just stillness. My mind floated through the quiet haze before reality struck all at once. The bar. Miley. The drinks. The hotel. The man. My breath caught violently. I sat up too fast. The room tilted. A sharp wave of dizziness rolled through me so suddenly I grabbed the edge of the bed. My pulse began climbing. Too fast.........too hard. Memory came in flashes. Miley smiling. The hotel room. Hands grabbing my arms. The sound of camera flashes. A strange man climbing onto the bed. My chest tightened so hard it hurt. I swung my legs over the side of the mattress. Something hot and bitter climbed my throat. I hated it. Hated w
Last Updated: 2026-06-03
Chapter: Chapter 47 Third-Person POV Miley Perez had always believed fear was something that happened to other people. Fear was for weak girls crying in bathrooms after heartbreaks. For desperate men losing money. For people without power. Miley had spent too many years surviving to become one of those people. But tonight, Tonight, for the first time in a very long time She was afraid. The heels she had abandoned somewhere during her escape were gone now. Her bare feet slapped against wet pavement as she hurried down the dim alley behind the nightclub, clutching her phone tightly enough to hurt. Her breathing came fast. Uneven. Panicked. The image of Ares Antonovich standing in that hotel room would not leave her mind. Those eyes. God. She had seen angry men before. Adam when business deals failed. Clients when they lost money. Her father during drunken rages years ago. But Ares? Ares had looked like the kind of man who could kill without raising his voice. And worse He had looked
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
Chapter: Chapter 46 Third-Person POV It did not take Astrid all at once. It swallowed her in pieces. First her legs. Then her hands. Then her voice. She could still hear. Still think. Still feel. And that was the cruelest part. Her body had become a prison she could not command. She felt hands beneath her arms dragging her across tile. Her shoes scraped weakly against the floor, then disappeared from her feet altogether. Voices moved around her in muffled waves, warped and distorted by the drug flooding through her system. “Put her on the bed.” “She’s heavier than she looks.” Miley laughed. Astrid tried to move. Nothing happened. Terror clawed up her throat. No Not like this. Not again. She forced her eyes open. Blurred ceiling. Hotel room. Soft golden lights overhead. A strange man leaning over her. Miley standing nearby with her phone already in hand, smiling like this was a party. Panic hit Astrid so hard it nearly tore her apart. Her lips parted. No sound came. The man
Last Updated: 2026-05-04
Chapter: Chapter 45Astrid’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the car and looked up at the glowing sign above the bar, something in my chest tightened.It wasn’t the place itself.The bar was one of those polished upscale lounges designed to look effortless....dim amber lighting, expensive leather seating, a polished black entrance framed by gold accents and security men in tailored suits. The kind of place wealthy people came to pretend they were ordinary while spending enough on cocktails to pay someone’s rent.Nothing about it was alarming.And yetInstinct pressed cold fingers down my spine.Maybe it was because Miley had sounded too eager on the phone.Maybe it was because in my first life I had trusted her completely, and now every smile from her felt like a knife wrapped in silk.Or maybe it was because my body had learned the shape of danger before my mind did.I stepped inside anyway.Because if Miley was planning somethingTonight, I intended to see it clearly.The hostess led me through the cro
Last Updated: 2026-05-03
Chapter: Chapter 44Third-Person POVThe city looked beautiful from the penthouse windows.That was the thing about wealth......it dressed monsters in silk and glass and made cruelty look elegant from a distance.Inside his office, Adam Pierce stood with one hand in his pocket and the other pressed against the cool window, staring down at the streets below with a face carved from restraint.But restraint was all it was.A mask.Beneath it, anger still boiled.He could still see it if he closed his eyes......Astrid standing beside Ares Antonovich, laughing with him, looking at another man with a softness she had once reserved for Adam alone.And worseHe could still see the revulsion on her face when he touched her.Revulsion.As if he disgusted her.His jaw clenched.His phone buzzed against the desk.He picked it up without looking.“Miley.”The response came immediately.“Well? You sound murderous.”Miley Perez’s voice carried its usual sharp amusement, but Adam was not in the mood for games.“She’s sl
Last Updated: 2026-05-02
Chapter: Chapter 43Astrid’s POVVictory, I was learning, had a taste.Not sweet.Not satisfying in the way I once imagined.It tasted sharp......like adrenaline still lingering under the tongue, like restraint clenched so tightly your jaw ached from it.I did not allow myself to look back as I walked out of the ballroom.The applause had faded behind me. The music had resumed. Conversations had started again in polite, measured voices as if drama had not just taken place beneath crystal chandeliers and expensive smiles.But I knew what had happened in that room.Adam had tried to embarrass me publicly.And I had turned his knife back on him.My heels clicked against the marble corridor outside the ballroom, each sound unnaturally loud in the quiet. My pulse had not yet settled. My hands looked steady, but I could still feel the rush of it beneath my skin.....the rage, the restraint, the triumph.I exhaled slowly.“Careful.”The voice came from behind me, smooth and low.“If you keep doing that, people m
Last Updated: 2026-04-27
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