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 233Third Person's POV The silver blade remained buried in Eric's body. For several seconds, he could only stare at Elena, struggling to understand how the woman he loved could stand before him with such emptiness in her eyes. Then his knees gave way. He hit the ground hard, one hand pressing against the wound beneath his ribs. Pain spread through his body, sharp enough to steal his breath, but it was nothing compared to the sight of Elena standing over him without a trace of recognition. "Eric!" Devon's voice came from somewhere behind him. He barely heard it. Elena took a step back, drawing the knife from his body. Blood followed the blade, staining her fingers. Eric looked up at her. "Elena..." She raised the knife again. He knew what was coming. Every instinct screamed at him to move, to protect himself, to let the others pull her away before she could hurt him again. Instead, he forced himself to his feet. His legs trembled beneath him, and blood soaked t
Last Updated: 2026-10-19
Chapter: Chaoter 232Third Person's POV The first sign that they had reached Persephone's stronghold was the silence. No guards stood at the entrance. No voices carried through the corridors of the abandoned complex, and no movement disturbed the shadows beyond the broken stone arches. Yet Atreus could feel them watching. He slowed his steps, his gaze sweeping across the ruined hall ahead. The building had once been something grand, judging by the towering columns and the intricate carvings that remained on its walls. Now, cracks split the stone, and old magic lingered in the air like a storm waiting to break. Constantine walked beside him, his expression grim. Behind them, the surviving members of the Daywalker Council advanced with their Sentinels. They had brought every warrior they could spare, but even their numbers offered little comfort. They were entering the territory of someone who had spent centuries imprisoned, growing more powerful and more consumed by the memories of what had be
Last Updated: 2026-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 231 Third Person's POV The first thing Hannah noticed was the silence. The settlement lay ahead, its buildings standing beneath the fading afternoon light. A few vehicles remained near the entrance, but the warriors who had gathered to defend the pack were nowhere to be seen. She slowed. “They're hiding,” one of the Veil warriors muttered. Hannah studied the empty road. The pack had received Persephone's ultimatum. They knew what would happen if they refused to submit. Yet, instead of preparing a proper defense, they had seemingly abandoned their positions. Something about it bothered her. She couldn't explain why. Beside her, Elena surveyed the settlement with cold determination. “They're waiting for us to lower our guard,” she said. “Don't give them the chance.” Hannah nodded. The familiar uneasiness returned, but she pushed it aside. Persephone had ordered them to attack. That was all that mattered. She raised her hand, signaling the Veil warriors to advance. They move
Last Updated: 2026-10-12
Chapter: Chapter 230 Hannah’s POV The road stretched ahead of us, lined with buildings that grew smaller as we moved farther into the outskirts of Los Angeles. I sat inside one of the vehicles with Elena beside me and several Veil warriors opposite us. None of them spoke much. They didn't need to. Everyone knew where we were going, and everyone understood what was expected of us. We were going to make an example of a pack that had refused to submit to Persephone. They were enemies. That was what I knew. That was what I had been told. And yet, as I watched the city pass through the window, an uncomfortable feeling settled in my chest. Something wasn't right. I shifted in my seat. Elena glanced at me. “What is it?” I looked at her. For a moment, I couldn't remember what I had wanted to say. “Nothing.” She studied me briefly before turning back toward the window. “Stay focused. We have a mission.” A mission. The word should have been enough to settle me. Instead, it stirre
Last Updated: 2026-10-12
Chapter: Chapter 229 Third Person's POV The command room had barely settled after the Sentinel's report when Atreus pushed away from the table. “We move tonight.” No one argued. There was no time left for hesitation. Across the room, Eric checked the weapons laid out before him while Devon helped distribute blades and ammunition to the remaining warriors. Anton moved between the guards, checking their equipment and quietly correcting anything he thought might slow them down. Kaia stood near the doorway, watching everything. She knew what it meant when an enemy stopped hiding. It meant they were confident. And Persephone was very confident. The remaining Sentinels began filing into the courtyard. One by one, surviving wolf warriors arrived from the surrounding packs, answering the call without asking how dangerous the fight would be. Some came alone. Others arrived in groups. They carried weapons, wore battle gear, and moved with the quiet focus of people who knew they might n
Last Updated: 2026-09-23
Chapter: Chapter 228 Eric’s POV The room had gone silent. Not the comfortable kind of silence that came after a long conversation. This one felt wrong. Heavy. Everyone stood around the large table in the temporary command room, staring at the screen mounted against the wall. Persephone’s face filled it. Beautiful. Calm. Almost serene. There was no rage in her expression. No sign of the woman who had spent centuries imprisoned beneath an ancient temple. She looked completely certain of herself. Behind her stood members of the Veil. And between them Hannah. Elena. My chest tightened. Persephone's voice continued through the speakers. “Every pack and every clan has a choice. Stand with me, or stand against me.” The message was short. There was no negotiation in it. No request. It was a warning. When the screen went black, nobody spoke. I kept staring at it. I couldn't move. I'd spent days telling myself that Elena was still in there. That whatever Perse
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
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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