All Chapters of Rejected by the billionaire Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

♤The slap cracked through the servant’s hall before the sting bloomed. Luna’s head whipped to the side, her cheek flaming.“Eighteen,” Selene purred, her crimson nails digging into Luna’s jaw, forcing her face upward. “And you still smell like dishwater and despair.”Luna didn’t flinch. She’d learned stillness was the only armor she had. Around them, the kitchen staff averted their eyes, hands busy with rolling pins and porcelain. The air was thick with the scent of sugared dough and silent pity.“The Alpha’s son requests your presence,” Selene said, her smile a razor’s edge. “He’s in a… celebratory mood.”A cold knot tightened in Luna’s stomach. Kael. Of course.She was marched through the polished corridors of Silvercrest Manor, her worn shoes silent on marble. The pack heirs lounged in sun-drenched parlors, their laughter liquid and cruel. She felt their gazes like physical touches—dismissive, hungry, amused.The grand study doors swung open.Kael Silvercrest dominated the room, n

♤The Great Hall was a cage of crystal and judgment. Luna stood just inside the servants’ entrance, a platter of roasted game heavy in her trembling hands. Tonight was the Moon Feast, a celebration of pack strength and future alliances. Every Alpha-blooded heir was present, a sea of arrogant beauty and calculated power.And she was the entertainment.Kael held court at the high table. A visiting Alpha’s daughter, Elara, sat to his right, all flowing midnight hair and confident smiles. Her hand rested on his forearm, a claim staked in casual touch. Luna’s stomach twisted, the phantom bond—a raw, severed nerve—throbbing in time with her heartbeat.“Hartley.” Selene’s hissed command came from behind. “The Alpha Heir’s cup is empty. Now.”Luna moved, her feet silent on stone. The path to the high table felt miles long. Whispers trailed her like smoke. Omega. Servant. Unclaimed. Her uniform, a coarse grey sack compared to the silks and jewels around her, chafed against skin still oversensi

♤The cold from the cellar had seeped into her bones, becoming a permanent state. Luna lay on her thin pallet in the servant’s alcove, shivering under a single rough blanket. Sleep was a frantic, shallow thing, filled with echoes of laughter and the phantom sensation of falling. Her wolf, Absolution, was a silent, closed-off chamber in her soul. Dormant. Healing.Then, the scent of midnight blossoms and cold starlight flooded the cramped space.Luna’s eyes flew open. The stone walls of her alcove were gone. She stood in a glade under a sky saturated with swirling galaxies and a moon so large, so close, she felt she could touch its pockmarked surface. Silver light drenched everything, liquid and heavy. The air hummed with a power that vibrated in her teeth.“Little one.”The voice was not a sound. It was a resonance in the marrow of her bones, a feeling of vast, amused antiquity. It came from everywhere and nowhere.Before her, the moonlight coalesced, weaving itself into the form of a