The Wolf Star: A Rejected Mates Story

“Peggy!” Mrs Jones, the royal tutor, shouted down the hall. Peggy giggled and sprinted away. For all her years growing up in the royal castle, Peggy had never quite fit in with the royal family. Perhaps it was because she was only a cousin to the regent princess. Maybe she was just different, as the court liked to call her. Peggy didn’t much care either way. She was allowed a great deal of freedom, especially compared to other human royal courts. Songtar had always been a permissive kingdom in the continent of Albiontё, even before their marriage alliance with the werewolf pack to the North.She scrabbled up the large plum tree in the gardens. She might be a young lady who had just had her debut, but tree climbing and running away from schoolwork was still an entertaining game.“Get down!” Mrs Jones screamed, red-faced.“I don’t want to do math!” Peggy shouted back.“This is disgraceful behaviour!” Mrs Jones replied.“Maybe I could step in.”Peggy felt her stomach drop as she heard he

“Are you alright?” the werewolf asked as he turned to face her.Oh.My.Goddess.This man. He was tall, with tanned skin, ash blond hair, and striking grey eyes. He seemed a little older than her, early twenties, and absolutely her type.She would be drooling over this man if he weren’t covered in blood from that dying… Thing…“I-I-ah, yes, I am,” she stuttered. He nodded and reached out a hand to her. She took it and let him help her stand up. He suddenly jerked her arm forward and inspected her wrist.“That’s a deep gash…” he murmured."I-I'm fine," Peggy stuttered."Don't be a hero," he grumbled. "I have a friend who can heal it up.""A friend?"“Archer, you asshole!” a voice screamed from the forest trail. Peggy turned to see what appeared to be two other werewolves. One was in clerical garb, pale-skinned, light-haired, and with a serene expression that didn’t really match the vibe of the moment; the other was in ranger's gear, dark-skinned and black-haired, huffing and puffing.“

[CW- Implied emotional abuse, neglect, and bullying. References to a parent with alcoholism. Please take care of yourself while reading.]“You little shit,” Alpha Claymore growled down at Archer. The large man with scars over his eye and torso would be an intimidating sight on any normal day. Today was a little less normal for the pack. It was meant to be Ariadne’s fifteenth birthday. Her parents had spent the afternoon arranging the main hall of the pack house and filling it with colourful decorations.Now, all those decorations were dripping red paint.“Why are you always blaming me?” Archer asked, folding his arms. Being stubbornly defiant would have been much easier if his dungarees weren’t stained red and his fingernails didn’t have red underneath them.“Because you’re always causing shit,” Alpha Claymore sighed. “Look, you’ve got two options. Either clean up the room and put it back to how it was before Ariadne sees it, or you’re banned from training for two weeks.”“Two weeks?!

[CW- Implied marital abuse, physical and emotional, not graphic or "on screen". Please take care of yourself while reading.]Laughter spilled out through the air of Canidass castle. The main hall was filled with the sounds of a banquet. The lords and ladies of the different Lycan houses had gathered, their wolven heads tearing at the roasted boars and baked rice dishes. Ladies laughed and danced, their diaphanous dresses diffusing the light around the room. Lords vied for their attention, or quietly whispered political deals in the background.“Oh, your majesty, you are ever so funny!” one of the ladies laughed, fawning over Kurnich.“It’s such a shame you had to be married off so young,” another fawned, practically sitting in his lap.“Indeed, it’s not as if this union has produced many heirs,” the last said, smirking to the side.“I suppose,” Kurnich grinned. “But I have a son now, that’s what matters.”“Surely, you must be wanting more than one heir, though?” the first lady said, n

[CW- This chapter includes a scene of distorted/unreality. Please look after yourself while reading.]Tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump.The sound of sturdy paws pushing into earth filled the air. Her presence disturbed the leaves falling from the Maple and Ginkgo trees, making them move as if disturbed by a breeze.Tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump.The pure white wolf ran down the path she had trodden out over many runs down the path.Field mice and small mammals scatter at her presence.Tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump tha-She stops running and looks right at the dreamer.“.uoy rof gnimoc era srats ehT”Peggy gasped awake.She was still in the tent that Mikael and Eli had made last night. Standing over the top of her was a large red wolf with dark grey signatus patterning. He sniffs her, and she lies frozen. Once the wolf was done, it snorted and stepped off of her. Peggy slowly shimmies away from the wolf, her eyes locked onto it. Its eyes were locked onto her.“Nieve, s