All Chapters of The Alpha's Rejected Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Selene's POV The moment I stepped across the border, I knew I had made a mistake. Not because of the rejection - I stood by that. I would not let the Moon Goddess dictate my fate. I would not be bound to a ruthless Alpha like Kieran Blackwood, no matter what destiny claimed. No, the mistake wasn't rejecting him. It was thinking I could walk away that easily. The moment I ran, I felt it - the weight of his presence pressing down on me even from a distance, the way my wolf ached from the severed bond I had barely acknowledged. But I forced myself forward, pushing through the thick forest. The wind howled through the trees, and the night was quiet - too quiet. I wasn't alone. I slowed my pace, listening carefully. A twig snapped somewhere behind me. My heart hammered, but I didn't stop. I wouldn't show weakness. I had barely taken another step, when a low growl rumbled through the darkness. My blood turned to ice. I spun, my claws unsheathing instinctively, and f

Selene's POV The moment I walked away from Kieran, I felt the bond strain inside me like a thread about to snap. It didn't break. Not entirely. But it hurt. I clenched my jaw, refusing to let the pain consume me. I had made my choice. I had to stand by it. My legs carried me deeper into the forest, away from him, away from the weight of his burning stare. The air was cool, but my skin felt too hot, like my body was waging a silent war against itself. I knew why. Rejecting a mate wasn't natural. It went against every instinct woven into a werewolf's being. And yet, I had done it. I just hadn't realized how much it would cost me. A sharp ache pulsed in my chest, but I ignored it, forcing myself to focus on the path ahead. I needed to get back to my pack. I needed to remind myself why I had chose this. Why I had chosen freedom over fate. But as I pushed forward, a strange sensation crept over me. The tiny hairs on my arms stood on end, my wolf stirring uneasily

Kieran's POV I let her walk away. Every instinct in me screamed to chase after her, to drag her back where she belonged - at my side, bound to me, mine. But I didn't. Instead, I stood there, watching as Selene disappeared into the night, each step pulling her further from me. The silver glow of the moon cast shadows through the trees, catching in her dark hair, illuminating the graceful defiance in every step she took. A muscle in my jaw ticked. She thought this was over. She thought rejection was enough to sever what we had. She was wrong. The mating bond wasn't some fragile thread that could be cut with a few words. It was forged in blood, in fate, in something deeper than either of us could control. I exhaled slowly, flexing my fingers at my sides, trying to shake off the fire still burning in my veins from touching her. That brief, stolen contact - her pulse beneath my fingertips, the way she hesitated just for a second - had been enough to tell me the truth.

Selene's POV Darius Nightshade leaned casually against the doorframe, looking completely at ease - like he belonged here. Like he owned the place. And for the first time in my life, my father didn't tell him to leave. A cold, sinking feeling settled in my gut. "What the hell is he doing here?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. Darius smirked. "That's no way to greet an old friend, Selene." "You are not my friend," I snapped. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement, and his smirk only widened, as if my hostility entertained him. "No? That's funny. Because your father and I were just having a very... interesting conversation about your future." I turned to my father. "What is he talking about?" Alpha Ronald folded his arms across his broad chest, his silver eyes assessing me. "You left me with very few choices, Selene." A chill ran through me. "Choices for what?" Darius stepped forward, his presence suffocating, his scent thick with dominance and somet

Selene's POV Darius Nightshade leaned back in his chair, a slow smirk curving his lips as he studied me. His office was dimly lit, the scent of burning wood and aged whiskey filling the air. It was nothing like the sleek, controlled atmosphere of Kieran's territory. Darius's domain was rawer - wilder. I stood in front of his desk, my arms crossed over my chest, trying to suppress the unease curling in my stomach. The man in front of me was dangerous. He always had been. And now, I had willingly stepped into his den. "Selene Everhart," Darius mused, tapping his fingers on the wooden surface. "I have to say, I didn't expect this." I lifted my chin. "I came to talk, not play games." His smirk deepened. "Funny. I thought that's all you and Kieran ever did - play games." My wolf bristled, but I forced myself to remain still. "I rejected him," I said evenly. "My loyalty is to my own pack. Not his." Darius chuckled, the sound low and amused. "Oh, I know. The whole damn t