Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By The Biker Hockey Rival

ELENA’S POVThe students’ shouts faded into the chaos of my pounding heart as I turned toward Jason. His eyes locked on mine, and Ria’s growl ripped through me again, louder this time, sharp and demanding.“MATE!” she bellowed, claws twitching beneath my skin.Jason’s face darkened, his gaze stripping me bare, as though he could see every flaw, every imperfection, every part of me I wanted to hide. My stomach twisted. My breath hitched. The world narrowed to just the two of us.He took slow, measured steps toward me. Each stride made my heart hammer harder. His eyes raked me from head to toe, stopping a fraction too long on parts of me I hated myself for. He stopped just two feet away. The crowd around us gasped, and whispers floated through the air like sharp knives.“You?” His voice was low, laced with something I couldn’t place. Disgust? Anger? Confusion? Bitter amusement?“The Moon Goddess couldn’t pair me with anyone else but…You.” His words cut through me, slow, deliberate. My c

Elena’s POV“Is that Elena?”“I wouldn’t have recognized her if not for her face.”“Damn… she looks different.”Yeah, yeah, keep talking, people. That’s exactly what I want. Let them choke on their own jealousy.Lena and I walked through the hall like we owned it. Our steps hit like thunder—every eye glued to us. She was rocking the shorts and tops we picked together, looking like a goddess who decided to casually grace mere mortals with her presence. What a child, honestly.“You must be feeling like you own the school, right?”A voice dripped with all the fake sweetness in the world, making us stop mid-step. I sighed and rolled my eyes before I even looked. Of course—it had to be Melinda, the self-proclaimed queen bee, dripping with arrogance, standing with that fake smile of hers. Jason’s little slut—typical.“Oh my, it’s the school bee. Welcome back! What got in your pants?” Elena fired back, and her eyes snapped to Lena, burning hate into her gaze.“For you too—lose some weight, m

Elena's PovThe burst of laughter was loud, satisfied, and purely vindictive. "Oh, that was satisfying as hell. Did you see his damn face?" Elena crowed, collapsing into her chair.I nodded, still smiling. "I know—so epic, mehnn."Hayden, ever the pragmatic one, summed up the whole situation, carefully linking the past to the present. "So, he rejected you when you were fat, and now that you've worked on yourself, he suddenly wants you back?""Exactly," Elena and I confirmed in unison."The audacity of him calling all this," I gestured dramatically down at my new figure, "a 'surgery' or a desperate cry for attention is just incredible."Hayden blinked, looking thoughtful. "Did you work out because he rejected you, though?""Uh, partly," I admitted, shrugging slightly. "Well, it's mostly because I want to be hot. It's just a lot of reasons, honestly." I let out a long sigh, the complicated truth heavy in the air.We had settled into our seats in the middle row just as the main lecture

HADES POV Me; How can she leave,where are you? Cous: hum–I can't tell you. Just give her time she'll come around. Cous: besides, you're her second mate. I raides my eyebrows at the message. Second mate? She had one before me? Me: second mate? Cous: yup to Jason. He rejected her because she was fat and now he wants her back. Elena, fat? My mind drifted back to the night of the club. *flashback* “I'm Elena Robert” The girl yelled after me and I smirked finding my way through the crowds.* *end of flashback* Me: Whats her last name. Cous: Roberto. The other girl is ls also Elena and they're best friend. Can you believe. She's the one. Fuck she looked great now. Like a fucking goddess. Elena. Me: how do you even know that much about her? Me: we're friends ofc I know most things about her. Me: keep an eye on her… Cous: why should I? Me: You wouldn't want to defy me. Hayden Deville. Cous; okay bitch. I rolled my eyes at his last text putting my phone in my jean pocket. ☆☆

HADES POV“So,” Alex said, sitting down across from me at lunch. He had a big grin on his face. “How did it go with your mate?”“Fine.”“Fine, fine? Or fine like you got told no in a parking lot in front of forty people and now you’re dying inside?”“The second one,” Jeremiah said, not even looking up from his food.I didn’t answer either of them. Zach had been quiet and angry ever since I walked away from her. It felt like a door slamming, over and over, deep in my head.*You left,* he growled. *Why did you leave.*“Because she wanted space.”*She didn’t ask for space. You just guessed.*“She needed it. I could tell.”*Dumb.*“Thanks.”He didn’t say anything else. He just kept pacing inside me, restless, like he’d finally found the other half of himself and now he couldn’t sit still. It felt like something was pulling at my chest, telling me to go back and find her.I hated that I understood exactly how he felt.“Cap.” Alex waved a hand in front of my face. “You’re staring off again.