The Rejected Heiress
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Elara has spent eighteen years at the bottom of her pack. She is an orphaned Omega with no wolf, and she scrubs the floors of people who step on her hands. On her eighteenth birthday the Moon Goddess gives her a mate: Callum, the Alpha's son and the only person who has ever been kind to her. Within minutes he rejects her in front of the whole pack and claims the Beta's daughter instead.
Heartbroken, Elara runs into the night and collides with a brooding stranger who tells her to take her crying somewhere else. They trade insults. Neither can ignore the heat between them. Then an elderly man sees her face and calls her by a name she has never heard: Elara Vale. She is the stolen daughter of the most powerful Alpha on the continent, and the stranger is the Lycan Prince she was promised to at birth.
Now Elara has a family she never knew, a sister who smiles while she plots, a fiancé she swears she hates, and a former mate who wants her back. Someone took her sixteen years ago, and they are not finished. She must decide who she is before the people who underestimated her take everything away again.
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Chapter: Chapter 3 : The GalaElara POVI don't speak. I don't think I can.Nobody at the table says anything. My father closes the folder and keeps one hand flat on top of it."I've never met him," I say. It's a lie and it isn't. I know nothing about the man except his face and what he said to me on a roof."Tonight you'll meet him properly," my father says. "After that, we'll talk about what can be done.""Can anything be done?"He doesn't answer. Lucas says, "Papa," and my father says, "Not now." Lucas looks at his plate.Sera folds her napkin and excuses herself. Her chair makes no sound this time.Ezra slides closer on his seat and puts a piece of toast on my plate without a word. I haven't eaten since the muffin. I pick it up.Theo pushes a new phone across the table. "Don't open the video," he says. I open it. Four million views. The comments are not kind. I put the phone face down.* * *By noon the house has been taken over. Racks of gowns line every hallway. Seamstresses move through the rooms with pins
Last Updated: 2026-10-26
Chapter: Chapter 2 : FoundElara POVI step back. Then another step.My skin is burning where nothing is touching it. My pulse is loud in my ears. I don't know if it's the bond or him, and I don't want to find out. He hasn't moved. His eyes follow me anyway."Stay away from me," I say. It comes out shakier than I want."I haven't come near you."That's true. It makes me angrier.I walk to the door and take the stairs down, all eleven floors, faster than I came up. I cross the lobby in the black uniform with dried blood on my lip. The night clerk looks at me, then at his desk. I push through the glass doors and keep walking.I don't know where I'm going. I can't go back to the pack house. I have nowhere else.The voices come with me. Even her own mate doesn't want the defective one. Zero out of ten. Eighteen and still a blank slate. They play in order, then out of order, then all at once. I walk with my head down and my arms wrapped around my ribs. I don't look at the street.I step off the curb.Headlights fill
Last Updated: 2026-10-26
Chapter: Chapter 1 : RejectedElara POVI wake at five, like every morning, in the room behind the pack house kitchen. There is no window. The air smells like old grease and bleach.I lie still and count to thirty. Nobody knocks. My phone has no messages. No card has been slid under the door.I am eighteen today.I get up anyway. In the mirror over the sink I see the same thin face. I hold my eyes open and look for gold. There isn't any. There never has been.By six I'm on my knees in the dining hall with a brush and a bucket. Boots come down the hallway. Nobody walks around me. They step over my hands, and one pair steps on my fingers and stays there."Still no wolf, birthday girl?" a girl says above me. She knows what day it is. They all do. "Guess the Moon Goddess skipped the trash.""Careful," a boy says. "She might contaminate the floor with her defect."Laughter. I keep scrubbing. Someone kicks the bucket and gray water runs across the tiles and into my sleeve, my only clean shirt. It is cold against my ribs
Last Updated: 2026-10-26
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