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

I woke up to the sound of a crackling fire and the heavy scent of expensive leather.My body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder and then rebuilt with steel. I tried to sit up, but a firm hand pressed against my shoulder."Easy. Your body went through a Tier-One spiritual evolution. If you move too fast, your nervous system will fry."I looked up. It was him. The silver-eyed Alpha from the woods. He was sitting in a high-backed velvet chair, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. We were in a cabin—no, a mansion. The walls were stone, the furniture masculine and heavy."Where am I?" I demanded, my voice raspier than usual."My territory," he said. "I’m Rowan. Alpha of the Black-Ridge Pack."Black-Ridge. The rumors about them were nightmares. They were the executioners of the wolf world. The pack that handled the things the Council was too afraid to touch."Why did you bring me here? You should have left me to die," I spat, the memory of Damon’s rejection

The bridge gave way with a roar of grinding stone. I lunged for Rowan, my fingers catching the collar of his tactical vest just as the center span vanished into the mist-choked gorge."I've got you!" I screamed, my muscles bulging with a strength that felt less like mine and more like the Beast’s.We slammed into the jagged cliff face ten feet down, my fingers digging into the frozen earth of a narrow ledge. Above us, the Council Elders stood at the precipice, their white robes billowing like shrouds."The mark is manifesting!" the lead Elder shouted, his voice amplified by magic. "The corruption has spread to the Black-Ridge Alpha! Purge them both!"A bolt of white light—pure, concentrated silver energy—sizzled past my ear, scorching the rock."Rowan, wake up!" I hissed, hauling him onto the ledge.He was gasping, his skin gray. The black mark on his neck wasn't just a tattoo; it was pulsing, black veins crawling toward his jawline like a spreading poison. His silver eyes were swimmi

The Black-Ridge manor was a fortress of obsidian and iron, tucked deep within a valley that the sun seemed to avoid.We made it inside just as the temperature plummeted. Outside, the red fog began to claw at the windows, and the sound of scratching—thousands of claws against stone—filled the air."The wards are holding, for now," Rowan panted, leaning against the heavy oak doors of his private study.He looked at me, and the tension in the room shifted instantly. The adrenaline of the fight was still coursing through my veins, and the Beast was pacing inside me, restless and hungry."You’re shaking," Rowan observed, his voice dropping to a low, velvet hum."I'm not cold," I whispered.I walked toward him, my boots clicking on the marble floor. The black mark on his neck was still glowing, a tether that pulled at my very soul."This bond," I said, reaching out to touch the mark. "The Beast says you're anchored to me. That if I bleed, you choke."Rowan caught my wrist, his grip firm. "T

The morning after the attack, the air in the Black-Ridge manor was heavy. The smell of burnt magic and smoke still hung in the hallways. I stood on the training grounds, a flat area of gray stone surrounded by jagged mountains. The wind was cold, biting at my skin, but I didn't feel it. My blood felt like it was boiling.Rowan stood across from me. He had discarded his shirt, showing the bandages wrapped around his chest and shoulder. Even injured, he looked like a god of war. His silver eyes were focused on me, tracking every breath I took."You have the power of a God, Kaima," Rowan said, his voice echoing against the rocks. "But right now, you are like a child with a loaded gun. If you don't learn to aim, the kickback will kill you before the enemy does.""I saved you, didn't I?" I snapped. I was restless. The Beast inside me was pacing, its claws scratching at the walls of my mind. It wanted to hunt. It wanted to find Damon and rip his throat out."You saved me by accident," Rowan

Falling.That was the only thing I knew. There was no up, no down, no air, and no sound. Just the feeling of my stomach dropping as I plunged through a tunnel of thick, oily blackness. The bone-hand had let go of me the moment the portal snapped shut, leaving me to drift in a place where time didn't exist.My heart—the heart that had just been restart by the Beast—thumped painfully against my ribs.Thump.Thump.Thump."Rowan?" I tried to scream his name, but no sound came out. The Void swallowed my voice before it could even leave my throat.I looked at my hands. The violet runes were gone. The metallic white hair was fading back to a dull brown. I felt small. I felt like the weak, discarded omega again. The poison from Chloe’s blade was gone, but it had taken my strength with it.Beast? Are you there? I called out in my mind.Silence.For the first time since the forest, I was truly alone. The ancient spirit that had given me wings and fire was hiding, or maybe the "Soul-Eater" had