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The Rejected Alpha

The Rejected Alpha

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last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-11-08
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Langue: English
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The story of Aleric, a rejected alpha, who after being rejected by his first mate, decides he doesn't need his mate to become the most powerful alpha, mates will only make you weak. he said, striving only to become stronger and live the way he wanted. When his Beta got his mate, he started having a rethink that maybe his decision of no mate was a little too harsh on himself and then his Beta and his little mate just kept publicly displaying their affection for each other as if to taunt him. Although this gets him green with envy, he doesn't let it show. Mirabel, a girl accused of destroying her pack and killing her parents when she was only five was just living every day as it comes, ready to die at any time because she believed she was worthless and would never amount to anything. What happens when Aleric walks in on the people of a pack beating a fragile and helpless girl who shows no resistance whatsoever? Will the all-powerful and arrogant alpha change his mind and accept a weak and wolf-less girl as his second-chance mate? Wouldn't that make her his weakness? Most importantly, does the girl have the will to continue living? Find out, in the journey of Aleric and Mirabel as they walk their way to becoming the perfect match.

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Mirabel
TRIGGER WARNING: This scene contains themes of emotional abuse, exploitation, isolation, and implied physical punishment that some readers may find distressing.MIRABELThe pack house thrummed with anticipation. Laughter spilled from open windows, silk gowns rustled like whispers, and the sharp scent of fresh roses and expensive cologne drifted down to the kitchens. Everyone was caught in the fever of the ball, new tuxedos tailored sharp, nails lacquered blood-red or moon-silver, shoes clicking across marble floors as if the night itself belonged to them.Everyone except her. Mirabel stood at the edge of the chaos, invisible as always, scrubbing a copper pot that still held the ghost of rosemary and roasted venison. Her hands were raw, knuckles cracked from lye and scalding water, but she barely noticed anymore. The ache had become background noise, like the distant music floating down from the grand hall.She wasn't invited. She never was.Alpha Sebastian had made that crystal clear
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Revelation
Sebastian never got the clean satisfaction of driving a blade through Cedric’s heart or watching the light fade from Marie’s eyes. The rogues had done the dirty work for him, efficient, impersonal, distant. That left a hunger in him, an itch that no amount of power or title could scratch.So he turned his vengeance inward, onto the only living piece they had left behind.Mirabel, the daughter. The proof of their love. The small, breathing echo of everything he’d been denied.Making her suffer became his private masterpiece. Every bruise he left, every meal she missed, every night she spent curled on the cold stone floor of what had once been a storage cellar but now served as her “room” each was a deliberate brushstroke in the portrait of her misery. He would not grant her the mercy of death until he decided the canvas was complete. Until then, escape was impossible. Death was forbidden.His Luna, Lila, was no help. She had been beautiful once, in the sharp, predatory way that appeale
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Overripe
TRIGGER WARNING: This section contains extremely disturbing content including explicit predatory grooming, incestuous sexual violence fantasy, non-consensual intent, justification of child/adolescent abuse, sexual objectification, and graphic descriptions of intended rape from the perspective of an abuser. It depicts severe psychological manipulation, sadistic control, and exploitation of trauma. This is deeply triggering material related to incest, sexual assault, and prolonged abuse. Read with extreme caution or skip entirely.SEBASTIAN​The ballroom was a masterpiece of my own making. Every silk drape, every golden platter, and every drop of vintage wine was exactly as I demanded. Even that broken girl, that shadow I keep in the kitchens, had managed to fulfill her purpose. Mirabel is just like her mother: resilient, stubborn, and entirely too useful to discard.​I still find it amusing how easily I dismantled their lives. Cedric was always the "noble" one, yet he was too blind to
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Survival Instinct
TRIGGER WARNING: This section contains themes of prolonged exploitation, forced labor, food deprivation as punishment, physical abuse, sleep deprivation, and systemic dehumanization that some readers may find distressing.MIRABELI do everything. The big chores and the small ones. The endless ones no one else wants to touch. Scrubbing blood from stone floors after a sparring session gone wrong. Polishing silver until my reflection looks back at me like a stranger. Folding laundry that still carries the scent of other people’s lives, perfume, sweat, dominance. And cooking. Always cooking.Cooking is the only part that feels like mine. In the kitchen, heat wraps around me like a second skin. The sizzle of fat in the pan, the sharp bite of garlic hitting hot oil, the slow bloom of rosemary and thyme, they speak to me in ways words never have. I get to taste as I go. A stolen spoonful of sauce. A corner of crisp bacon broken off while no one watches. A sliver of pastry dough pinched betwe
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Restless
TRIGGER WARNING: This section contains themes of betrayal, grief, violence (murder reference), isolation, and intense internal conflict that some readers may find unsettling.ALERICsingle cream envelope on my desk, no seal, no signature, just the Rufous Moon Pack crest pressed into black wax. Inside, elegant script inviting the Alpha of Howling Moon to their annual Moon Ball. No explanation. No reason. Just those words, and the faint, dying trace of a female’s scent clinging to the paper like a ghost.I spent two weeks trying to shake it off.Sleep became a stranger. Reports piled unread on my desk. Training sessions ended with me snarling at wolves who hadn’t done anything wrong. Axel, my wolf, paced inside me like a caged thing, restless, growling low at nothing and everything. He hadn’t been this unsettled since…Lily.We tracked the messenger eventually. Too late. Her body turned up at the edge of our northern border, throat torn out, eyes wide in frozen surprise. Brutal. Efficien
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Sandalwood and Fresh Rain
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains graphic depictions of physical abuse, assault, intimidation, alcohol-influenced violence against a vulnerable character, and themes of helplessness and repeated trauma. It may be deeply distressing for some readers. Please skip if easily triggered.MIRABELI only wanted to double-check. One quick sweep through the house to make sure nothing was out of place, no forgotten glasses, no crumbs on the counters, no beds rumpled from careless afternoon naps, before the pack returned from the ball in a drunken, irritable swarm. If Alpha Sebastian walked in and found even one thing wrong, the night would end in blood. Mine.In and out, I repeated silently, the words a shaky mantra as I slipped from the narrow door of my shack. Just in and out. Fast and quiet.Every instinct screamed at me to turn back. My pulse hammered in my throat, loud enough I was sure someone would hear it from the ballroom half a mile away. But fear of punishment outweighed fear o
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Is She Alive
ALERICThe day of the Moon Ball had arrived like a sentence I didn't want to serve. I had every intention of arriving fashionably late or not at all, but Axel was clawing at the walls of my mind. My wolf was acting like a compass needle locked onto a storm, and I was being dragged along for the ride.​When I first told my inner circle, Jason, Ben, and Ian, that we were actually attending, the silence in the room was deafening.​"Please tell me you’re joking," Ben had whispered, his face pale.​"Do I look like a man who tells jokes, Ben?" I’d countered. ​That had shut them up. They knew about the invitation left on my desk; they knew about the slaughtered messenger and the rogue we’d hunted down in retaliation. They thought the debt was settled with blood. They never expected me to actually honor a "request" from a pack as insignificant as the Rufous Moon.​They hadn’t expected me to dress for it. When I walked out in full formal black, the silence had been absolute. Gobsmacked was the
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Anxious
SEBASTIANI had everything arranged. My best enforcers stationed at the parking area, sharp-eyed, armed under their formal jackets, ready to shadow every move Aleric’s people made. I wanted to greet him personally. Shake his hand. Smile while I sized up the devil everyone whispered about. Let the entire ballroom see me stand toe-to-toe with the savage king and not flinch.When the van rolled in, I felt the first flicker of triumph. Then the doors opened and only two men stepped out.Disappointment hit like cold water, quickly chased by irritation.That’s it? Two lackeys?I scanned the vehicle again, half-expecting him to emerge from the shadows like the predator he was supposed to be.A slow exhale escaped me. Maybe the rumors were overblown. Maybe the great Aleric had heard how many alphas filled my ballroom tonight and decided cowardice was wiser than confrontation. If so, he wasn’t half the monster the stories painted.Good. Less trouble for me. ​I smoothed my expression into one o
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She's Not Her
Aleric ​"Alpha?" Ian’s voice was sharper now, a jagged edge of confusion cutting through the haze. ​The girl in the pink dress was practically crawling onto me, her scent a cloying, artificial stench that made my stomach churn. She tried to slide a hand up my arm, her fingers trailing over my skin like insects.​"Who... who is she?" I asked. My voice sounded foreign, a hollow rattle in my chest as I fought the urge to put my fist through the pink-painted mask she called a face.​"Oh, her?" She smiled, a predatory baring of teeth that made her look more like a ghoul than a girl. "Don't bother yourself with that, Alpha. She’s just a nobody."​I didn't just remove her hands; I shrugged her off with a force that sent her stumbling. I moved toward the girl on the floor, the world around me beginning to blur into shades of crimson. As I crouched beside the broken girl, she twitched. She didn't open her eyes, but she leaned into my presence, inhaling my scent and a small, ragged sigh of con
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Shocked
IANWe were stunned when Aleric announced that we would be attending the annual Moon Ball. The decision clearly hadn’t been made on a whim. The invitation had arrived days earlier, and Aleric had spent that time brooding over it before finally giving his answer. He had never been shy about his hatred for parties, so none of us expected him to accept, especially this one. Most invitations he rejected outright, and the few he couldn’t refuse he simply passed on to Jason and me.Not that we received many invitations these days anyway. Not after the incident three years ago.What made it even stranger was how he behaved afterward. Once he decided we were going, he talked about it constantly. Aleric, who usually treated conversation like a chore, suddenly wouldn’t shut up about the ball. And when the day finally came, he was dressed and ready before sunrise, pacing like a caged wolf.Jason and I made the mistake of joking about it. Aleric didn’t find it funny.He turned on us with that hea
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