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

SELENE"Draven Nightbane. Have you heard of him?" Becky's voice was laced with curiosity as we arranged books back onto the dusty shelves of Ashville Library.I barely paid attention, my fingers tracing the intricate golden embossing on an old leather-bound book that stood out among the rest. Something about it called to me."Not really," I muttered absentmindedly.Becky gasped dramatically. "Are you serious?" she cried. "Wolves from other packs call him the Devil Wolf!"That made me chuckle. "Devil Wolf? What's with that?"She stared at me like I had grown a second head. "You really don’t know what a Devil Alpha is?"I crossed my arms, fixing her with a look. "Why don’t you enlighten me?"She smirked, leaning against the bookshelf. "Fine, I’ll tell you." Her voice lowered slightly, almost as if she feared someone might overhear."In the hierarchy of Alphas, there are five distinct ranks. You probably already know them, but let me break it down anyway."She held up one finger. "First,

SELENESuffocating.Their voices crashed over me like relentless waves, drowning me in an ocean of accusations and disbelief. Too many. Too close. Their words clawed at my skin, their hands tugged at my hair, my arms, my clothes—searching, prying, demanding answers I didn’t have."Who are you?" "Why would our Lord choose you?" "A nobody from Royal City? It’s absurd!"I couldn’t move. Their presence coiled around me like a cage, tightening with every whispered insult, every scoff, every questioning glare."Your scent is so faint. Are you even a wolf?" "I can barely sense your bloodline—pathetic!" "No power, no strength… your wolf must be asleep."My breath came in shallow gasps. Their words cut deeper than I expected, slicing open wounds I thought had long since scarred over. It was the same as before, the same mockery. Back in Royal City, I had learned to endure the sneers, the pitying glances, the dismissals. I had steeled myself against the weight of being less in a world where

SELENEI had never truly spoken with my wolf. While others shared deep conversations with theirs, forming an unbreakable bond, mine remained silent—a distant presence I could barely feel. I envied them, those who could hear their wolves whisper, guiding them, strengthening them. Even during my first transformation under the full moon, when my bones cracked and my body ached, only my eyes changed. She never came forward. In the end, I was nothing more than a spectacle, a failure, a joke.But my shortcomings didn’t stop there. When others awakened their abilities, discovering the strength that made them worthy of their lineage, I stood empty-handed. No gifts, no power. Just a name that carried no weight. An outcast with no origin.The only reason they tolerated me was because Alpha Bruce called me his niece. But even that wasn’t enough. They didn’t see me as one of them, only as a disgrace unworthy of sharing his bloodline. And maybe they were right.For a moment, I thought I had found

ALPHA KAITHMy eyes locked on him, seething with pure, unfiltered contempt.James. The very name tasted like ash in my mouth. Not just a direct descendant of that cursed bloodline, but his son. The realization alone was enough to make my blood boil.“Who the hell gave you the right to question me, you arrogant bastard?” I snapped, fury clouding my voice.He growled, stepping forward. “You’re the one who rejected her! Don’t come barking now!”“What did you just say?” I roared, lunging at him. “You wanna go? Huh?! You want a piece of me?!”“Hey! Hey!” Two figures immediately stepped between us—Jacob and Scott, arms stretched out to keep the flames from igniting further.“Gentlemen,” Scott said, his voice stern. “Have you both lost your damn minds? We’re on the same side! We’re here to rescue Selene!”Jacob nodded, turning to me. “Kaith, we’re not enemies here.”“Fuck that!” I snapped, shoving forward against Jacob’s arm. “That idiot lost her in the first place. Why should I work with

DRAVENThe look of lust carved onto her face was almost too exquisite to bear. So damn beautiful—so wrecked.Even my wolf stirred beneath the surface, pacing, growling, demanding his turn. Not yet, I warned. She is mine, wait for her to waken for you. You can feel her, growling to your presence.I cupped her face, lifting it slightly, and there they were—her eyes, rolled back and dazed, the lashes fluttering like dying embers clinging to light. Her lips… Gods, her lips. Parted in silent cries, bruised from our hunger, slick from our madness.So pretty. So tempting. So utterly mine.Her body trembled with the echo of pleasure, and yet I could feel it—she wasn’t done. Not even close. Neither was I.I dipped down, brushing my mouth against hers. Her breath hitched. And then I claimed it.I took her lips again, rough and demanding—biting her lower lip just hard enough to draw a gasp. I pulled, teasing it between my teeth before letting it go… only to grab it again, tasting, tauntin