She was to be set out as a debt to be paid. He is known to be the ruthless Alpha of a pack, feared by many and dared by none. By the ancient rites and moonlight ceremonies, turning eighteen means everything for werewolf shifters. It is aligned with their tradition, holding a great celebration. For Kiara, it should be a day to be merry- the day she finally confirms her bond with her boyfriend and future Alfa, Jason. Rather, it becomes the moment her world is blurred. Ridiculed as a “freak” for her inability to shift, Kiara is publicly rejected by the boy she loves — replaced by her sister, Erina, and humiliated in front of the entire pack. Heartbroken, backstabbed and renounced by everyone including her family. Kiara is sent out against her will to live with Alpha Ryder, who had provided a handsome loan to her parents to cure an ailment. Her stay at the Alpha was prolonged and intrigued. She discovers that she has never been a freak but rather descended from the Lunaries. The drama unfolds, tragedy awaits, torn between love and war. She learns great strength and endurance. She becomes a body of attraction to the alpha. The further she doubts, the more she is shown her worth. Would her stay in the new pack be worth her first rejection or would she be consumed by it? The girl who was once rejected is about to have a new fate.
View More“It's today," I said excitedly as I threw the windows of my bedroom open.
Outside, the clouds in the east were lightening a little with the faint tinge of dawn. It was more than an hour before I had to wake up, but I was too excited to stay in bed much longer. I threw on some clothes, tied up my sneakers, and headed out for my morning run. I felt a wave of sadness when I looked at the woods surrounding my home and remembered that I couldn't run wild and free the way my kind did. "Focus, Kiara. Focus," I muttered to myself again. I shook off the sad mood and focused on the significance of today as I ran down the deserted street. Today, I turned eighteen. Today, I would get to find out if Jason was my mate. Of course, he would be. We had been dating for over a year now and we loved each other to distraction. I couldn't think about Jason without thinking about all the good times we had together. My steps slowed to a walk, excitement, and anticipation making butterflies take wing in my belly. I kept imagining how happy Jason and I would be after we'd accepted each other as mates. We would get married, and then have kids eventually, maybe a few years from now. I would always be there to welcome him when he got home and... "...crazy freak." The words brought me back to the present. With a visible start of surprise, I realized from the position of the sun in the sky that it had to be about two hours since I had left the house. Two girls around my age were looking in my direction. The one that had spoken saw me looking and whispered to the other. I supposed I did look a little crazy with a goofy grin on my face and the fact that I wasn't paying attention to where my feet were taking me. I had just been about to step into a large puddle of muddy water. I turned to head back the way I came, realizing for the first time that I had gathered quite an audience. All along the street, people were staring, and whispering. A man was even pointing at me while talking to someone even though he knew I could see him. I shrugged and kept on walking. I was used to the insults and stares by now, so they didn't affect me much. Irina, the freak; that was one of my kindest nicknames. Still, I schooled my expression as I headed home, not wanting to give anyone more reasons to think that I was off my rocker. My father and stepmother, Lora were in the dining room having breakfast when I got in. "Hi, dad. Hi Lora," I greeted, doing my best to infuse warmth into my tone. My dad glanced at me, grunted, and resumed sipping his coffee. Lora didn't even bother looking at me. She just gave a jerk of her head in response. I got my food from the kitchen and took a place at the table. A slight squaring of his shoulders was all the indication my father gave of my presence. When my dad was reading the newspapers, he began to talk to Lora about some new business prospects. "Dad, you know what day it is?" I asked during a break in their conversation. "It's not a public holiday, surely," he said, giving me an impatient sidelong look. "No. It's not. Seriously, Dad. You can't remember?" "What is she talking about?" Lora demanded, not deigning to look at me. She never asked me directly if she could help it. "How should I know?" he growled and promptly resumed his conversation with her. I grabbed my plates and stomped off to the kitchen, angry and hurt at their indifference. I didn't expect much from Lora. She was so engrossed in Erin's, that she didn't have room for much else, but how could my father forget? Turning eighteen was a big deal among my kind. I took several deep, calming breaths as I did the dishes. Things would be better soon. When I got married to Jason, I wouldn't have to live here with them. A knock sounded on the door of my room that afternoon, while I was lounging on my bed. "You have a letter," my father said from the other side of the door. Something hit the floor as he walked away. I opened the door and picked up the formal-looking envelope. It was an invitation from Jason stating that he was throwing a mating ceremony party at the pack house. "Oh, Jason," I sighed, love and longing in my voice. He knew as I did, that we were destined to be mates. He was obviously throwing this party to claim me as his in front of everyone. I immediately threw myself into preparations for the party. It took me quite a while to decide on what to wear, and a longer time to decide on a hairdo, but I was in time for the party that evening. The pack house was lavishly decorated. Everyone in my pack turning eighteen was there including those who had already found mates and those who would find mates next year. They stood in groups talking, laughing, and dancing, but glancing from time to time at the large clock placed strategically on the most visible part of the wall. I wandered around the large room, looking for Jason. Finally, I found him giving instructions to a waiter. "Jason," I called. My words were drowned out by the music. I pushed my way to him and hugged him around the middle. "Oh, Jason. I'm so excited," I said, smiling up at him. He didn't return my smile. He merely gave me an awkward pat on the back and stepped out of my embrace. "Yeah. Me too," he said tonelessly. "Listen, I er- have to go check on something." He was walking away before he even finished talking to me and I was left staring at him in confusion. That was weird, really weird. I shrugged it off and went in search of something to drink. There was a lot of finger food to munch on, so I took a lot of that as I swayed to the music in my corner while watching the dancing couples. As midnight approached, the sense of anticipation and excitement crackled like electricity in the air. Someone had thrown one of the windows wide open so a beam of moonlight filtered into the room. At ten minutes to midnight, the dancing and merrymaking mostly stopped. Most couples stood in tense groups of two. Again, I sought Jason out and went to stand by him. I touched his arm and gave him a smile. He glanced at me, then away. His gaze was fixed on the open window. The moonlight made him even more beautiful, outlining his dark, wavy hair, high cheekbones, and green, deep-set eyes. Five minutes to midnight. A minute to midnight. There was a hush in the room as the full moon rose to its peak. I counted the seconds in my head. And then it was midnight. There were whispers of 'mate' from all around me as people found the ones they were destined to be with, but I had eyes only for the man at my side. I felt an irresistible pull towards Jason. It was stronger than anything I had ever felt before. By the trembling in his arms and shoulders, I knew he felt it too. "Mate," I cried. I jumped about a foot in the air and ran to launch myself into his arms, to feel his lips on mine. The next moment, I found myself stumbling backward. It took me a second to realize that he had pushed me away. "Jason, we're-" I began. "No," he snarled. "Don't you dare say the word!" I gaped at him. What was happening? Why did Jason look so angry? What had I done? "But..." "I don't care if we're... mates-" He spat it out like it was a swear word. "I won't be burdened with you, Kiara." He drew himself to his full height, his green eyes glinting angrily. "I, Jason, hereby reject you as my Luna." "NO," I screamed. "You can't! Why-" "Why?" Jason's face hardened. "You ask me why? How the hell do you expect me to have a Luna who can't shift properly? No hard feelings, Kiara, but I can't have the blood of my future kids tainted with yours, not when I have someone better, someone more suited to me." From among the crowd that had gathered to watch came the sound of a familiar giggle. Jason stepped into the crowd which easily parted for him. He emerged holding the hand of a tall, willowy blonde- Erina! He looked around the room before raising their entwined hands and saying, "Erina will be my mate." My shouts of denial were drowned in the cheers and applause that erupted from everyone. "Way to go, J," said a man who had his arms around his mate as the crowd around us began to disperse. "Some of us actually thought you'd actually end up with the freak." Erina hid a grin. Jason shrugged and everyone else close enough to hear, laughed.Kiara’s POV With my head buried on Brandon‘s chest, I could hear Jason screaming. I didn’t want to look back at what I had done to him but his voice was filled with pain as I could hear the crackling of his bones. “He is melting,” I heard one of the men whisper. Peeping behind Brandon's arm, I saw how everyone was astonished, how they stood in shock, and how they were scared to look in my direction. After a few minutes, the room was filled with silence. The crackling sounds had stopped, the heat had stopped, and Jason’s yelling had stopped as well. “We should take our leave,” Ryder said aloud informing his men that the mission was now complete. We were interrupted by the priestess who had jumped out from her place of hiding as she came face to face with Ryder and said, “Who is she?” She questioned the exchange of looks between Ryder and me. Looking back and forth between us. “My mate,” Ryder answered gritting his teeth. “You have no right to question her, ask her anyth
Kiara’s POV The ceremony had started with chants, a proclamation, and the singing of the priestess clan. It was evident enough that I did not want to be here, it was clear that I hated the activity playing before me, but everyone turned a blind eye to my silent wail. With each passing time, night drew nearer. The wind was chilling and the moon became fuller and brighter. Each chant reminds me that I have been abandoned, I wasn’t going to be saved, and this was a new chapter in my new life. I heard the pause in the ongoing chant, the priestess was quiet, her clan silent, and the bells withheld. “What must have caused this sudden change in the atmosphere,” I asked myself within but I was scared. Too scared to even look up. Bowing my head and looking at the uncomfortable floor was better than staring at anyone's face —especially Jason and the priestess who had turned a blind eye to how troubled I felt. It was best that I remained in this position, unwilling to look up to tak
Ryder’s POV With each passing time, the bells rang louder, and we could hear the humming of the priestess clan and the proclamation of her chants. My heartbeat was faster with each step I took as the thought of losing Kiara scared me. I had faced my greatest enemy, fought my greatest war, but I have never been so scared in my life. The coast was more than clear for us to make our way through. I feel the moon goddess made it this way so we could find my Kiara with ease. “Found the stairs,” one of Brandon's men said as he could see the stairs leading to the rooftop. The old-fashioned architecture of the building made it a little too hard to find. We set out to ascend the stairs with quiet steps not wanting to make a sound as we want to step in there unannounced and unnoticed.The chants grew louder as we went up the stairs and that signaled we were on the right path, the path leading to the rooftop, the path leading to Kiara. We halted at the front of the door, ready to bust
Ryder’s POV It was 11:57pm when Brandon and his battalion finally arrived at where I parked my car. I was beyond relieved to see them and as if he knew how much I felt at that instant, he proceeded to hug me upon seeing me getting out of my car. I returned the hug and received little taps on my back as a form of encouragement from Brandon. “We are here to get her brother,” Brandon said to me before releasing me from his embrace. I had been so overwhelmed with emotions that I didn’t know when my eyes deceived me and released tears. But I had to catch them quickly before they could roll down my cheeks. I had these because as much as I tried to bottle up my emotions, I was scared—scared of losing Kiara, scared of losing another woman I loved. I was scared of allowing her to slip through my fingers and I was determined not to let that happen, not tonight, and not ever. “What do you have in mind on how we are to move in,” Brandon questioned, releasing me from my thought consumed b
Jason’s POV The authority is mine now and I have everything running how I want. Kiara is mine, her powers are mine, and Ryder is misplaced in his emotions. All I knew was I had won. I have proven myself to be a winner—winner of this battle. Ryder had called me a little boy, a man who wasn’t an Alpha, now I have his mate and have disrupted his camp. I have tried having my way with Kiara but she has proved stubborn, over and over again. She still asserts her commitment to Ryder and Brandon—claiming to be theirs and theirs alone. “You are with me now,” I would often yell in her face in anger as she needed to get that fact into her head. Nothing annoys me more than that. I had her in my clasp, so why does she prove stubborn? Haven’t I proven to be more than she expected? I know she despises me but I need her to know that the sooner she begins to accept the fact that she is under my care, the better for both of us.The bracelets I wore on my hands were to protect me from Kiara’s
Kiara’s POV The lady who attended to me couldn’t hide her sympathy and fear. She sighed each time she wanted by back with rose water milk and when she dropped fresh rose petals in the bathtub. All of this experience should have been an exciting one but it wasn’t as I was receiving this treatment not as a princess but as a slave, a captive, waiting to forcefully mate with the man she hates most. “I wish there was something I could do to save you, madame,” the lady spoke to me in a calm tone as she did my hair, releasing it from the rollers that held my curls together. I couldn’t say anything more to her as there was nothing I had to say or think. I had given up on Ryder and Brandon walking in here to save me. I am beginning to accept that maybe this is my new fate and the moon goddess has been playing nothing but a prank on me. The lady helped me into my dress, a yellow flowing dress with flowers at each step. I fell in love with the dress at first sight but I couldn’t bring
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