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

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Burned by His Rejection

Ember Frost’s pov I, Owen Greystone, reject you, Ember Frost, as my future Luna and mate.Today was the mating ceremony, the most significant event in any young wolf's life."Mom, hurry up! "I don't want to miss anything, and I want to see Owen before the ceremony begins," I said, fidgeting while my mother dressed."You understand how significant this day is, Ember. I have to look my best. Who knows, you might find your mate tonight!" she replied, stepping out of her room. I blushed, my secret stirring within me.I hadn't told my family that Owen, the Alpha Heir, was my mate. I wanted it to be a surprise. As a wolf-less human, it felt like a divine miracle when we discovered we were mates on his twentieth birthday. Since then, we became close, and I've fallen for him.I had been waiting anxiously for this day, the day I would know my place in the pack. And today was the day, and I couldn't hide my excitement as we walked toward the ceremonial grounds."See you later, Mum," I said wit

Crimson Farewell

Owen Greystone’s povOn my twentieth birthday, learning that Ember was my mate hit me like a cruel prank. A wolf-less human mated to me, the future Alpha of the Moonshine Pack? The moon goddess had to be mocking me.“What the fu**k?”A weakling like her as my mate? Laughable. Nevertheless, I couldn't treat her any differently because my father insisted we treat her as a pack member, with equal rights, no less. Accepting her as a member of the pack was already my biggest compromise. Her as my Luna? Never. We’d shared a few kisses, but that was a mistake. I knew what an Alpha Luna was like. My mother was a formidable warrior who could battle beside my father at any given time, unlike Ember, who would always be a damsel in distress. I couldn't even comprehend what function she could play in a battle, a cheering squad?.I needed a strong Luna to support and grow the pack with me, not a fragile human I would have to shield. I would spare no time in shielding her. Even if she had been a hap

Sash on the Cliff’s Edge

Owen Greystone’s povI went toward the cliff, staring into the depths below. The fall was startling, a steep drop that made my stomach twist. The river’s roar was loud, like blood pumping through veins. A strip of mint green sash caught my attention, hung torn on a jagged branch, flapping against the wind. Klaus’s mother came over, her gaze locking on the fabric. Her lips trembled. “Oh, that’s Ember’s dress!” she gasped, voice breaking. “My baby jumped. She’s truly gone.” She swayed, clutching her head. Klaus’s father caught her, his arms strong but his face pale with dread. She leaned into him, sobbing softly, her strength crumbling.She was right. Ember's faint lavender scent on the cliff edge had faded completely. She had jumped. What a foolish human, she couldn't bear to handle one rejection. I’d never met anyone so fragile, yet her choice gnawed at me, stirring something I couldn’t name.Klaus, usually so strong, looked lost, his eyes darting to the cliff’s edge. He didn’t try

River’s Lost Flame

Lycan King’s pov I jolted upright in bed, chest heaving, sweat beading on my brow. The same dream had haunted me for eighteen years: my daughter’s face, her tiny hand slipping from mine. The accident that stole her left me powerless, a king reduced to tears, and I couldn't do anything but weep day after day. Perhaps, I have been a little pressured lately, because the dreams had intensified, dragging up memories I’d buried: the river’s rush, the forest’s, a distant wail of grief. I couldn’t shake them. I climbed out of bed, steeling myself. I needed a walk to the forest, the place where my daughter went missing, where her absence still felt raw. For years, I’d visited that cursed spot, chasing her warmth, clinging to a hope long faded. It was my ritual, my way to feel my baby's warmth as though she were there with me when the weight of ruling grew too heavy.Today felt different. My heart raced, a restless throb pulsing through me. Unease gripped me, unusual for a Lycan King. As I st

Waking to a Royal Lie

Ember Frost’s povPain slammed through my skull. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn’t budge; they remained sealed shut like they’d been glued. Darkness pressed in, heavy and absolute. Had I hit my head on the cliff’s edge? Or a rock in the river? Owen’s sneering face flashed in my mind, his voice mocking: Useless human. I’d always been weak, hadn’t I?A rustle broke the silence, followed by voices, urgent, and overlapping. “Did she move?” “She’s waking up! Fetch His Majesty!” The words swirled, unfamiliar and chaotic, spiking my headache. Confusion churned in my gut. Where was I? Who were they?“Silence, please!” I croaked, my voice barely a rasp. The noise stopped instantly, a hush falling over the room. Exhausted, I sank back, the pain dragging me under. Sleep took me fast.When I stirred again, voices hummed in my head, soft, almost musical, not a dream but real. They weren’t grating, not like the pack’s jeers back home. These were warm, alluring, like a lullaby I couldn’t pl

Bound by a Mother’s Tears

Ember Frost’s POVWhen I woke, the pain had subsided, but their words still echoed in my head, Princess. Home. Moon Goddess. I felt that sharp ache in my head again; wincing, I held my head. “Easy, Princess,” the tall, slender woman said, her voice soft but firm, the same soothing tone I’d heard in my fevered sleep. “The royal doctor warned against overthinking. It will slow your recovery.” She hovered near my bed, hazel eyes kind but piercing.“Don’t worry,” she added, “I’ve sent for your parents. They’ve been here, waiting while you were unconscious, but Lycan duties called them away. They’ll be back soon.” Her words tumbled out, warm but unhelpful, dodging the questions clawing at my mind. My head throbbed, a dull ache flaring with each thought. Parents? Lycans? Was Klaus a prince now? How long had I been out since I jumped off that cliff? Why did their words make no sense? “What are you talking about?” I asked, voice hoarse. “How long was I unconscious? What year is it?”The wom

Unveiled Legacy

Ember Frost's POVAfter a few minutes, a tall man in his late fifties walked into the room. His presence suddenly made the big space feel small, like he filled it all up just by being there."It's okay, Renee, enough of the crying. Don't disgrace yourself in front of the child," he said, pulling her into his arms. He hugged her gently while she kept crying hard, and he comforted her with patience, rubbing her back softly.Slowly the lady’s tears quieted to soft sniffles, her shoulders easing under the warm light of the chamber’s lanterns. The man turned to me, his eyes steady but bright with unspoken hope. From his coat pocket, he pulled out a folded document. With a trembling hand he held it out with a gentle nod. "My dear, I know all this is hard for you to believe, but everything you've been told is true. We tested your blood at four different hospitals, and every result sings the same song—you’re our daughter, the one we’ve mourned since you were taken."The air in my lungs seemed

The Heart’s True Home

Ember Celeste Frost's POV"What! Who was foolish enough to reject my daughter?" My father thundered, his voice booming through the room.My mother slid closer to me, wrapping me in a gentle hug. In her arms, I felt safe and warm, forgetting for a moment my predicament. "It's okay, child. You don't have to trouble yourself with those memories anymore. You're free now, and you're free to choose someone else you like," she whispered, her voice soothing my aching heart."I started to feel a little better from her comforting presence. Wiping away my tears with the back of my hand, I tried to act nonchalant and quickly changed the topic. “Could you guys stay with me today? I feel lonely when you're all out.”“We had some important things to take care of, but they’ve been sorted out now.However, you, my dear, need to learn how to manage these situations on your own moving forward," my father said, his tone both steady and gentle.I snuggled into my mother’s arms, completely at ease. Owen’s

When Hope Dies

Owen Greystone's povI've been waiting patiently for news on Ember, my heart thumping in my chest, a tight knot of tension I couldn’t shake. Deep down, I knew she couldn’t pull off some grand magic trick, appearing out of thin air under the light like a magician revealing it was all a clever illusion. The hope felt foolish, a childish fantasy I couldn’t indulge.The pack kept searching along the riverbank, their footsteps heavy with exhaustion. We turned up scattered remnants—pretty high heels glinting in the mud, a worn pair of shoes, a broken bracelet, and a bloody rag caught on a rock. Each find twisted the knife of certainty deeper. That was enough to convince me she wouldn’t show up again. A wolf-less human, frail and injured, falling from that towering cliff – there was no way she’d survived. Even if we didn’t find her body, the evidence painted a clear picture. The river’s current was merciless, and her lack of strength confirmed her fate.My father moved to comfort Mr and Mrs

Howl of a New Alpha

Owen Greystone's povThe howls hadn’t stopped all night. Some were wolves in mourning, while others were the cries of Mrs. Frost’s endless wailing. I didn’t need to be in her house to hear her grief—it spilt through the pack like smoke, choking anyone who stayed too long.Ember’s death broke her in a way I couldn’t understand. “Just last night she was laughing in this very room, full of dreams for the ceremony… and now, before the day has even begun, she is only a memory. Tell me, how can a heart endure such a cruel turn?”“Selene, please… don’t torment yourself. What’s done cannot be undone. We have to keep moving forward.” Mr. Frost comforted her softly, his voice a gentle anchor amidst her grief.“A muffled cry escaped her throat. ‘I just can’t understand… Why would she leave us so suddenly, on a day meant for joy? Why today of all days—why without a single word?”“Mother!’ Klaus burst from the forest, dripping wet, his tangled hair sticking to his face.”Mrs. Frost gripped him fi

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