LOGIN"I, Alpha Colten of Blue Ridge Park, reject you, wretched omega, as my mate and Luna," he growled, his eyes burning with rage and regret. After losing his Luna a year ago, Alpha Colten finally agreed to choose another mate, as tradition demands. But he never expected fate to pair him with her, an omega from the lowest ranks, a sewage cleaner, who scrubs the floor with her bare hand. "I, Kieran of the Omega Chamber, accept your rejection," she replied with a grin. She never wanted the Alpha, only the peace of her simple life. But fate has more in store. "I, Alpha Rogan of Oakwood Pack, accept your rejected mate as my fated Luna." Colten’s world shatters. Jealousy ignites. He suddenly feels obsessed and desires to possess her. "No one dares touch my rejected mate!" He fired back. He didn't want her. She didn't want him. Now... he’ll do anything to keep her. But will she let herself be claimed again?
View MoreThird Person POVThe palace didn’t feel like the cold, echoey place it used to be. Not anymore.Now it breathed, it laughed. The floors that once carried only the heavy steps of guards now rattled under the stampede of little feet. The walls, which had heard more orders and arguments than anything else, now soaked up squeals, giggles, and the occasional crash when something breakable met its doom. No one really minded much, because every bit of chaos came wrapped in joy.Kieran had lost count of the times she’d been in the middle of something serious, going over supply lists with the steward, hearing a patrol report, only to stop when she heard that piercing giggle from somewhere in the halls, followed by Colten’s deep, booming laugh. Every single time, without fail, her lips curved up. She didn’t even fight it anymore.The Blue Ridge pack had gotten used to it too.It wasn’t strange now for a warrior mid-report to pause as a little girl with crooked braids ran through the council cha
Kieran’s Point Of View It felt surreal, standing right in the center of the white fur square, where me and Colten’s story began, every pair of eyes in the Blue Ridge pack fixed on me, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel small.The old me would’ve been a mess of nerves. I’d be fidgeting with my sleeves, keeping my head down so no one could see the shake in my hands, just praying I could blend into the background and get it over with. I remember that girl so clearly, the quiet omega who barely spoke above a whisper, who thought making herself invisible was the safest way to exist.But that girl wasn’t here anymore.Now, I stood with my shoulders back and my chin lifted just as Laura Maria taught me again two days to the wedding. I felt the weight of the moment without letting it crush me. The gown draped soft and heavy over my legs, the fabric whispering against my skin with every breath. Somewhere behind me, I could hear my children’s laughter, bright, unfiltered joy that
Kieran’s Point Of View I’d always thought fear had a taste, bitter, metallic, like the tang of blood in your mouth. Turns out, it has a weight too. It sits on your chest, crushing, squeezing until your breaths feel like they might just snap your ribs from the inside.Eight pairs of eyes watched me, wide and unblinking. My babies. My octuplets. Huddled together on the cold concrete floor, their hands clinging to mine like they could anchor themselves to safety through me. I wanted to tell them it was okay. I wanted to promise them we’d get out. But the truth? My mouth was too dry to speak, and I didn’t trust my voice not to crack.Selina paced in front of us, her heels clicking against the floor in a rhythm that felt like it was counting down to something terrible. Her face, gods, that smug face, was the picture of satisfaction. She’d won something, at least in her head.“You know,” she said finally, stopping just close enough for me to smell the expensive perfume clinging to her skin
Colten’s Point Of View I used to think happiness was a prize you got for surviving hell.Like one day you’d wake up and boom you’d cross some invisible finish line where the bad days stayed locked behind you. That the universe owed you some neat, shining reward for all the times you’d been dragged through the dirt.Turns out, it’s nothing like that.Happiness doesn’t slam into you like a hurricane. It trickles in.It’s quieter. Slower. It’s Sunday morning pancakes with too much syrup because Gabriel “accidentally” tipped the bottle. It’s the sound of eight kids in the backyard, shrieking like wild animals while Kieran calls from the kitchen for them to keep it down, knowing full well they won’t.It’s her voice, half amused and half annoyed, telling me I was “fine, but don’t burn the eggs.”It’s… life.Not the kind I used to chase with teeth bared, but something softer. And I’d been living in it for months now.Every day, I felt it taking root, not just in me, but in her. She’d let me
Selina’s Point Of View I didn’t slam the phone down when Rogan hung up on me.I didn’t throw it either, though God, I wanted to.I just sat there in the study, staring at my own reflection in the black screen like it was mocking me. My pulse was so loud in my ears it felt like the whole damn room
Kieran’s Point Of View I swear, if I have to survive one more day of Colten’s smirks and Selina’s laser-beam glares, I might just pack up the kids and go live in a tent somewhere.It’s not like I’m unused to stress, eight pups will break you in before sunrise most mornings, but this is different.
Kieran’s POV The air was heavy. Blood, damp earth, and that sharp wild smell of the forest that always seemed to get into my lungs. I couldn’t tell whose blood it was, mine, theirs, it didn’t matter. It was everywhere. Warm, sticky, too real to be a dream, even though my head felt foggy enough tha
Colten's POVThe room was too quiet.Too clean. Too still. Like a stage after the curtains have fallen.I stood in the center of it all, her empty suite. The scent of wildflowers and rain still clung faintly to the silk sheets, taunting me. It hadn’t been that long since she was here. Days, maybe.












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