All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Crowned The Rogue Queen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1 – The Luna Ceremony

SIERRA'S POV The night of the Luna Ceremony was the kind that made even the mountains hold their breath.Moonlight spilled like fire over the courtyard, turning stone and steel into something holy. Every torch flickered in rhythm with the wind, every banner of the Moonbane Pack rippled under the blue sky. The air hummed with anticipation, with the scent of wolves and something divine.And somewhere in the middle of it all stood me.My name, Sierra. The kennel girl. The lowest omega in Moonbane.I tugged at the hem of the borrowed gown that hung off my back. It was too big, a hand-me-down from one of the Beta’s daughters, yellowed lace, uneven sewing. I’d spent the afternoon scrubbing mud from it just to look halfway decent. It didn’t matter. No amount of scrubbing or praying could hide the truth of what I was.Still, I stood there among the pack, heart hammering, trying not to fidget, trying not to let my nerves show.Every year, the ceremony was the same: the priestess would call f

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Chapter 2 – Public Humiliation

SIERRA'S POV The morning after the Luna Ceremony was cold.The pack grounds, usually alive with the chatter of warriors and the scent of breakfast drifting from the kitchens, felt… wrong. Quiet in a way that wasn’t peaceful but mocking.I could still feel the echo of it, the pain that had torn through me last night when Alpha Isaak rejected the bond. It hadn’t faded, not really. It pulsed beneath my ribs like a bruise that would never heal. My wolf hadn’t stirred since. She was curled somewhere deep inside me, silent, trembling.I wanted to hide.But omegas didn’t get to hide.My duty was to clean the courtyard after the ceremony, just like every morning after a festival. So I walked there barefoot, the hem of my ruined gown dragging through the mud. The same gown I’d worn when the Moon Goddess had dared to mark me as his.The memory hit like a blade. The sound of his voice, the cold look in his eyes. The gasps, the whispers, the silence that followed when the bond snapped.It hadn’t

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Chapter 3 – Ashes of the Moon

SIERRA'S POV I couldn't beat it anymore, the humiliation, the disdain, the mockery, the rejection, so i packed what I could and by the time the first pale light crept over the ridge, I was already walking.The pack lands stretched behind me, gray roofs, the faint glint of the training grounds, smoke rising from early morning fires. From here, they looked almost peaceful. But I knew better. Beneath that quiet was a hunger, a cruelty that thrived on weakness. And after last night, after him, I was the weakest thing alive.The grass was still damp beneath my bare feet. I didn’t care. Each step away from the packhouse felt like breathing again, like maybe I could scrape off the shame clinging to my skin.But shame doesn’t wash off. It burns.It burns hotter than tears.Every whisper, every laugh from the night before echoed in my head. Bethelina ’s voice, sweet and venomous,still slithered through my thoughts. Did you really think the Moon’s mistake could make you his equal?I clenched m

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Chapter 4 – The Confrontation

SIERRA'S POV The footsteps grew louder and then his scent hit me. My heart stumbled in my chest.No. Not now.I turned, but it was too late.He was already there.Alpha Isaak.Even in the darkness, he looked carved from something untouchable, broad shoulders tense, jaw hard, silver eyes gleaming like a blade in the stormlight. His presence burned through the night like fire through frost.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The distance between us felt alive, thrumming with power and something darker.Then he broke it.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice cut through with fury barely held in check.My throat went dry. “Leaving.”He took a step forward. “You think you can just walk out of my territory?”“I’m not yours to command,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You made that very clear last night.”The words hung there, sharp as claws. His jaw tightened.Lightning cracked overhead, followed by a small drizzle. For an instant, his eyes looked almost feral, his w

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Chapter 5 — The Night of Passion And Confusion

SIERRA'S POV I told myself I’d leave before dawn, but I hadn’t moved far, not when I could still feel him.Even with the distance between us, the bond thrummed faintly under my skin. I tried to ignore it, to drown it under the sound of rain, but it was like trying to forget how to breathe. His presence clung to the edges of my thoughts.Isaak.The crack of a branch behind me didn’t surprise me since I knew he was following. His scent hit a heartbeat later and my heart betrayed me with its skip.“I told you to stay away,” I said, barely above a whisper.He didn’t answer. I could hear his growl even through the rain. When I turned, the world seemed to tilt. He stood just a few feet away, rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead, his shirt clinging to muscle and scar. His eyes burned that impossible silver, bright even through the darkness.“I couldn’t,” he said finally. “Every step I take away from you hurts.”I laughed, but it cracked with venom. “Please.”He kept moving toward m

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Chapter 6 — The Alpha’s Hunt

ISAAK'S POVThe moment I woke, I knew she was gone.The space beside me was cold, the scent of her already fading under the damp morning air. The forest outside was quiet. My wolf stirred beneath my skin.I sat up fast, breath sharp. The ground was a mess of footprints and crushed leaves, proof of how quickly she’d left. My chest tightened at the sight. The mark over my heart, pulsed weakly, the faint echo of the bond I’d broken and betrayed.Last night blurred in fragments: the rain, her voice, the heat between us that had nothing to do with hate and everything to do with the thing I couldn’t admit aloud.I dragged a hand through my hair, anger rising like smoke. “You should have stayed,” I muttered to the empty clearing.But she hadn’t.And now I could feel her moving farther away.By the time I reached the packhouse, dawn had broken over the valley. Moonbane scouts stood waiting near the gates, eyes sharp, posture tense. They saluted as I passed, though their gazes flicked toward t

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Chapter 7 — Signs of Life

SIERRA'S POV The first days after crossing the border were nothing but pain and silence.My body ached from the climb and my knee was swollen from the fall. The mountains gave way to lawless woods, where no pack claimed rule and no scent held dominance for long. The air here was sharp and the wind carried no trace of Moonbane. No trace of him.I kept walking.The forest became my world, a shifting maze of trees and shadows where I learned what it meant to survive.I drank from cold streams, stole warmth from abandoned dens, and ate what I could trap or forage. My wolf, weakened by rejection, stirred sluggishly inside me, but she was there. We leaned on each other the way wounded things do. She lent me strength when my body failed and I gave her hope when despair crept close.Days blurred into nights. I learned to hide my scent, rolling in river mud, masking it with crushed herbs and wild mint. I learned the ways of rogues: how to move without leaving prints, how to listen for danger

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Chapter 8 — Dream of the Goddess

SIERRA'S POV The night was cold.I lay curled beside the small fire I’d built, the flames flickering low. The pups shifted restlessly inside me, two faint pulses that reminded me I wasn’t truly alone, no matter how deep the silence pressed. The world outside was nothing but black woods and wind. I should have been asleep, but my mind wouldn’t quiet.It had been months since I’d left Moonbane, but the memory of that life still hunted me. Some nights I could almost hear their laughter again, the jeers, the rejection, Isaak’s voice sharp as a blade. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the steady beat beneath my ribs. One, two. Two heartbeats. My reason to keep breathing.At some point, exhaustion dragged me under. •••At first, I thought I was dreaming of snow.White drifted all around me, soft and endless, glittering beneath a light that didn’t belong to the sun or moon. The air was thick with silver dust, glowing faintly as it fell. I couldn’t feel

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Chapter 9 — The Midwife’s Cabin

SIERRA'S POV The mountains had softened by the time I found them, the rogues who called themselves a family.Not a pack. They were careful about that word. Packs had laws, ranks, cages. These people only had each other.They lived where the forest bent around an old river, their huts made of driftwood and stone. Smoke curled from chimneys, laughter rose with the scent of roasting meat, and for the first time in months, I didn’t feel hunted.They found me collapsed near the riverbank, half-starved and shivering. A scar-faced man named Varo carried me to their healer. An older woman, bones sharp as branches, hair white as frost, looked me over without a word. When she touched my swollen belly, her eyes softened.“You’ll do,” she murmured. “Both of you will do just fine.”That was how I met Nilam, the midwife. •••The days blurred together after that.Life among the outcasts was rough but honest. We mended nets, gathered herbs, hunted when the weather al

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Chapter 10 — Seven Years Later

SIERRA'S POV The morning light spilled over the valley like gold poured from the heavens. From the balcony of my hall, I watched the mist curl over the roofs of Ithaca, the settlement the world called a haven for rogues, but I called home.Seven years ago, this land was a ruin between territories, nothing but a rural land with sparse settlement. Now, smoke rose from chimneys, laughter echoed from the training grounds, and the scent of baking bread drifted through the air. Children ran barefoot past traders and blacksmiths, their joy loud enough to drown the ghosts that used to haunt this place.They called me Lady Aris here. Some said it with reverence. Others, with the wariness one gives to legends that have grown teeth. I didn’t mind either way. Ithaca was not built for their praise, it was it for survival. For my children. And for all who ran.“Mother!”The shout pulled me from my thoughts. Down in the clearing, two small figures circled each other, wooden swords clacking together

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