All Chapters of Rejected then Claimed by the Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Serena’s POV A week before the world shattered, I woke up in silk sheets that weren’t mine. That’s not how it started, though. It started with a look. I told myself not to look at him. Not to glance up when he passed. Not to notice how the soft overhead lights kissed his jawline as he descended the stairs. Not to wonder what he smelled like up close, or how someone so cold could look like fire dressed in black. But I looked anyway. Just a second too long. And that was all it took. I was standing by the corner of the lounge, carefully collecting empty wine glasses from a nearby table. I kept my posture straight, my eyes lowered but just as Kael came down the curved marble staircase, my gaze flicked up. Uncontrolled. Unthinking. He wore a fitted dark shirt and tailored slacks, sleeves rolled at his forearms, and a single silver ring on his right hand. His hair was swept back, sharp. His eyes were unreadable. A god among wolves. And I, the human maid with a tray in

Serena I don’t know what I expected. Maybe… a glance. A word. Even a nod. But the next morning, Alpha Kael walked past me like I didn’t exist. As if I hadn’t lain beneath him. As if I hadn’t touched him. As if his hands hadn’t trembled when he whispered my name. He brushed past in the corridor without a word. I had just finished folding the last of the linen pile and nearly dropped it again, heart leaping at the sound of his footsteps. But he didn’t even look my way. Just walked, straight-backed, unreadable, every inch the Alpha again. Like nothing had happened. Like I had never happened. I stood there in that hall, fists clenched in the fabric I was holding, watching the back of the man who just a day ago had made me feel… something. Wanted. Seen. Now I felt like dust. The days that followed were worse. Every morning I woke hoping he’d call me aside say something, anything. A quiet, “We need to talk.” A whispered apology. A flash of guilt. But there was not

Serena’s POV One week ago; The first time I saw Alpha Kael, I didn’t know his name. I didn’t even know what he was. I only knew that the world had shifted, subtly, the instant he stepped through the doors of the Moonclaw estate and I noticed. “If the world was ending, my mother would probably still care about dust on the windows” I said to myself She had been marching through the mansion since before sunrise, snapping at maids, fixing uniforms, polishing already-shining floors like the Alpha plans to check his reflection in them or perhaps he’s going to notice the spoons weren’t cleaned a thousand times . “No one embarrasses this house,” she keeps saying, like the whole pack’s reputation hangs on a crooked fork or a strand of hair out of place. I just stayed quiet. Safer that way. Trust me you do not want to get on her nerves today or it will be your last. My mother had worked here for more than twenty years, I admire her dedication every day of my life and I hope she w

Serena The moment I stepped into the servant quarters and shut the door, I finally let go. The tears came before I even made it to the bed. I sat on the edge, hands over my face, trying to quiet the sobs as they broke through my throat. There was no one around to hear me not yet. The other maids were still on their rounds or working in the east wing. For once, the tiny room I shared with my mother was empty, and the silence only made my thoughts louder. He didn’t even let me speak. He didn’t ask. He didn’t give me a chance. He just… yelled. I had knocked over a watch. A mistake, yes. But I didn’t break it. I apologized. I tried. I was careful. But none of that mattered. Not to him. I clutched my apron tightly, my chest burning. Why did it hurt this much? He wasn’t supposed to be kind. He wasn’t supposed to care. But some foolish, broken part of me had hoped that maybe… just maybe… beneath all that cold, there’d be a flicker of understanding. A sign that I wasn’t invisib

Serena This was where it actually started the night everything changed. Two weeks had passed. Two long, careful weeks since I stood outside Alpha Kael’s chambers and apologized with shaking hands and a bowed head. He’d let me go that night. No yelling. No punishment. No exile. But that silence came with its own kind of power. I hadn’t spoken to him since. I hadn’t seen him up close either. The day after my apology, I was reassigned to the laundry halls. No more trips to the Alpha’s wing. No more early morning cleaning of his floors. No more being sent to his personal chambers to arrange his folded shirts or check the towels twice over. I wasn’t officially punished. But I was kept away. Far away. And I accepted that. Gratefully. I no longer had to hold my breath every time I stepped into a hallway. No longer had to flinch when I dropped a spoon or spilled a drop of water on polished wood. I went back to folding sheets, sweeping the west wing corridors, assisting in t