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 152Epilogue 3 Elena’s POV Pregnancy, I learned very quickly… was not easy. It didn’t matter that I could bend steel without touching it. It didn’t matter that wolves twice my size still lowered their heads when I walked into a room. None of that mattered. Because somehow I had become the center of everyone’s attention. And I hated it. “Sit.” “I am sitting.” “Properly.” I exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I adjusted slightly on the cushioned seat in the sunlit room. My mother stood across from me, arms folded..........not harshly, but with that calm authority that had never needed to be loud. “I am sitting properly,” I repeated. Her gaze dropped pointedly to the way I had one leg tucked beneath me. I shifted. “There,” I said. She nodded once. Satisfied. I leaned back, letting the sunlight spill across my skin, one hand resting absently over the gentle curve of my stomach. It still felt unreal sometimes. I was going to be a mother. I wanted to be
Last Updated: 2026-04-18
Chapter: Chapter 151Epilogue 2 Elena’s PO Morning settled gently over the capital. Light spilled across the city in soft gold, catching on rebuilt rooftops and the edges of steel that no longer looked like wreckage but. I stood on the balcony with my hands resting against the stone railing, watching the streets below come alive in a way that still felt new, even after months. Movement flowed differently now. Not scattered. Not tense. Purposeful. Wolves moved through the streets in quiet coordination.........patrols blending former rogues with pack warriors, conversations happening without suspicion lacing every word. There were still differences. Still edges that hadn’t fully smoothed over. But no fear. That was the difference. I exhaled slowly, letting the air fill my lungs as my gaze traced the far end of the district where a group of young wolves trained under the watch of two commanders.......one I recognized from Frostbite, the other from what used to be rogue territory. A year
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Chapter: Chapter 150Third Person's POV The morning Cain left, the air felt different. Not in the way war had silenced things......but in the way something had finally settled. The rogue capital no longer echoed with chaos. Movement had purpose now. Wolves crossed paths without immediate tension. Patrols shifted in organized patterns. Voices carried direction instead of disorder. And at the edge of the main district. Cain stood facing Elena. The wind moved lightly between them, brushing past buildings that had been rebuilt stronger than before. Behind him, a small group of his warriors waited near their vehicles, ready to leave. Ready to go home. “I should go,” Cain said finally. His voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. Not regret exactly. Something closer to acceptance. Elena studied him. “You’re rebuilding?” “Yes.” A brief pause. “My pack needs it.” She nodded once. “You make a great Alpha.” “I plan to be" That wasn’t a promise thrown lightly. And
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Chapter: Chapter 149Eric's POV The road back felt longer than the one that brought us here. Maybe because no one spoke. The convoy moved in a steady line through the broken outskirts of rogue territory, engines humming low, tires cutting through dirt and debris. The war was behind us now, but it didn’t feel finished. Not where it mattered. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, hands steady on the wheel, but my attention wasn’t there. It was on her. Hannah sat in the passenger seat beside me. Quiet. Not the kind of quiet she used to fall into when she was thinking or watching something. Not the kind that held curiosity or sharp observation. This was different. She stared out the window, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular as the landscape passed by in blurred streaks. Her posture was relaxed, but there was something absent in it. Like she was there But not entirely present. “I don’t feel anything,” she said suddenly, her voice calm, almost detached. I glanced at her. “What
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Chapter: Chapter 148Hannah's POV At first, there is nothing. No dream or sound. Just… absence. It stretches endlessly, like I’m floating in a space that doesn’t belong to anything real. I don’t feel my body. I don’t feel time passing. There’s no pain, no fear, no thought. Only quiet. And for a moment It feels peaceful. But something about it is wrong. That realization doesn’t come all at once. It creeps in slowly, like a crack forming in glass. A faint awareness that this stillness isn’t natural. It’s not rest. It’s… missing something. I try to move. Nothing happens. I try again. A flicker this time. A shift somewhere distant, like I’m reaching for something through layers of fog. Then A breath. Sharp. Sudden. It drags into my lungs like I’ve been underwater too long, my chest tightening as air finally rushes back in. And everything comes back at once. Sound. Cold. My fingers twitch against something soft. My body feels heavy, like it doesn’t quite belong to me yet. My eyelids str
Last Updated: 2026-04-15
Chapter: Chapter 147Eric's POV The engine never stopped humming. Even when everything else did. The world outside the transport blurred into streaks of grey and broken structures, the aftermath of war rushing past the windows, but inside Everything felt still. Hannah lay on the stretcher across from me, her body unmoving except for the faint rise and fall of her chest. A medic sat beside her, checking her pulse again, adjusting something on the small monitor they had managed to bring along. I hadn’t taken my eyes off her. Not once. “She’s stable,” the medic said quietly, like speaking too loudly might disturb something fragile. Stable. The word didn’t mean anything right now. Her hand rested near the edge of the stretcher, fingers slightly curled, lifeless in a way that didn’t belong to her. Hannah was never still. She was loud, mischievous. Even when she was quiet, there was always something alive behind it. Now Nothing. I leaned forward, taking her hand in mine. It was col
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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 41 Astrid’s POV The first mistake teaches you something. The second one destroys you. I wasn’t planning on making either again. By the next morning, the situation had stabilized. The affected department had been secured. Emergency funds redirected. Internal panic contained before it could spread too far. No layoffs. That had been my line. One I refused to cross. Still the damage had been real. And worse It had been mine. I stood in the boardroom, watching as the last of the executives filed out after the emergency meeting. Their expressions were controlled, professional, respectful. But I saw it. That flicker of doubt. Barely there. But I wasn’t blind to it. Respect, once shaken......even slightly.......never returned the same way. I gathered the files slowly, my movements calm, deliberate. “Miss Woods.” I looked up. One of the senior board members lingered behind, adjusting his glasses slightly. “You handled the situation… efficiently.” Th
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Chapter: Chapter 40 Third-Person POV Adam stood in his office, staring at the report in his hand. For a long moment He said nothing. Did nothing. Just read. Then read it again. Slower this time. More carefully. As if the numbers might change if he looked at them long enough. They didn’t. His jaw tightened. “That doesn’t make sense.” The analyst standing across from him shifted uncomfortably. “We’ve double-checked the figures, sir.” Adam’s gaze snapped up. “Then check them again.” “We already—” “I said check them again.” The room fell silent. Tense. Because this wasn’t like him. Not usually. Adam prided himself on control. On composure. But right now Something was off. He could feel it. Not just in the numbers. But in the pattern. The deal had been clean. Carefully structured. Low risk. Strategically sound. And yet It was unraveling. Not obviously. But enough to matter. Enough to cost him. Adam tossed the file onto the desk. “Walk me through it.” The analyst swall
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Chapter: Chapter 39 Astrid’s POV Power is intoxicating. Not in the way people think.......loud, arrogant, reckless. No. Real power is quiet. Controlled. It sits in your hands like something delicate, something sharp… something that can build or destroy depending on how tightly you hold it. And this morning I held it perfectly. Or so I thought. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in my office, the city stretching endlessly beneath me. Cars moved like ants. People rushed through their lives, unaware of the decisions being made above them......decisions that could shift markets, break companies, ruin lives. Including his. A faint smile touched my lips. Adam. Even thinking his name no longer stirred pain. Only hate. I turned from the window and walked back to my desk, picking up the file that had been sitting there since early morning. It wasn’t a major deal. Not something that would make headlines. But it was important. Strategic. A mid-level investment Adam ha
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Chapter: Chapter 38 Third-Person POV The conference room was immaculate. Glass walls. Polished table. A skyline view that reminded everyone inside exactly where they stood in the hierarchy of the city. At one end sat Adam Pierce. Composed on the outside. But inside Restless. He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve for the third time in under a minute, his gaze flickering briefly toward the door before returning to the documents in front of him. This meeting mattered. More than he was willing to admit. Because this wasn’t just another negotiation. This was recovery. He needed this. Across from him, two investors sat quietly, reviewing the proposal he had spent weeks preparing. Numbers. Projections. Growth strategies. Everything had been structured carefully. Deliberately. Because Adam knew he couldn’t afford another failure. Not now. Not when things were already beginning to shift against him. “This is a strong proposal,” one of the investors said, flipping through the pages. Adam nod
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Chapter: Chapter 37 Third-Person POV Inside a private lounge reserved for high-level investors, the atmosphere was relaxed on the surface. Low lighting. Expensive whiskey. Soft laughter. Men and women who controlled millions—some billions—sat in small clusters, discussing markets, opportunities, and power. But tonight, something else was being traded. It wasn't stocks nor assets. Information. Or at least… Something that sounded like it. At the center of one such conversation sat Adam Pierce. Composed. Measured. Cunning. His glass rested untouched in his hand as he leaned back slightly, listening more than speaking. That was his strategy now. He had learned ...... painfully ...... that acting too quickly led to exposure. And exposure… Was dangerous. So this time, he was subtle. Intentional. Strategic. “You’ve seen the recent movements, haven’t you?” one of the investors asked casually. “Which ones?” Adam replied. “Antonovich Global.” Ah. There it was. The name he had been wait
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Chapter: Chapter 36 Astrid’s POV By the time I got home that evening, my mind was still replaying everything that had happened. The contract. The clause. The moment I almost signed. And him. Ares Antonovich. I dropped my bag on the console table by the entrance and slipped off my heels, exhaling slowly as I stepped into the living room. The house felt the same as always—warm, quiet, familiar—but something inside me felt… unsettled. Aware. Aware of how close I had come to making a mistake. Aware of how someone else had seen it before I did. And I didn’t know if that annoyed me… Or impressed me. “You’re late.” I turned slightly at the sound of my father’s voice. My stood near the bar, a glass of water in his hand, his eyes already on me ........ sharp, observant, as always. “I had a meeting,” I said. “I heard.” I knew he did. There was very little that happened in the company that didn’t reach him. I walked further into the room, loosening the clasp of my watch as
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