All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lila’s POV The night of the Choosing Moon, the night that should have bound me to my mate, the night that instead ended with his rejection of our bond and my humiliation before the entire pack.The moon hung high and silvery dominating the courtyard, almost too bright to look at. All wolves from the Silverfang Pack knelt it beneath it, heads lowered as the priestess recited an old incantation. My heart paced wildly in my chest. This night was going to change everything, completely shift my world for the better, but for some reason instead of being excited I couldn't help but feel an incoming disaster brewing.The air carried the scent of roses growing in the cold winter breeze. My mother stood beside me draped in white ceremonial robes, an embodiment of the Luna she'd spent years raising me to become. Her voice came as a soft whisper only for my ears."Remember, Lila," she said, "tonight you stand for more than yourself; you stand for Silverfang's blood." I swallowed hard and nodded

Lila’s POVThree daysIt's been three long days since the ceremony and laughter lingered across the halls. Every whisper in the Silverfang estate, every hushed word cut deep like a dagger pressed into my throat. Every glance felt like a reminder of the girl who was rejected turned down cast away. Kael Nightbane had rejected me infront of the gods and both our packs.Mother acted like she didn’t care, her chin helf hijh as she wrote letters, to smooth things over. But I saw the shadow of disappointment that crossed her gaze when she thought nobody noticed. To her, my shame and humiliation was nothing but an inconvenience. Bothersome. To me it felt like venom.The rejection bond throbbed within me, painful and relentless. Every beat echoed his name — a non stop , stinging rhythm. Each breath felt like fire. Nobody ever mentions how messy the rejection is — how it shreds through you ripping away every part of the bond, until you're raw vulnerable and half-mad.And Kael did it without eve

Lila’s POV When I wake up, I’m not in the forest anymore. My nose fills with the scent of smoke, crushed herbs, and wet stone. A rough wool blanket lies over me, heavy and scratchy. There’s a faint hum in the air — like magic around me.Every inch of my body aches. My bones feel like they've overgrown my skin overnight. My veins are hot and thrumming as if electrified by lightning.The relic.Flashes of how it burned when I touched it sweep through my mind. The flash of silver light, the pain tearing through my body, my wolf howling inside me and then finally everything going black.Now, I’m awake. But something in me feels off.Different.“Where am I?” I whisper to myself, my voice cracking as I try to sit up.“Safe,” a voice answers.I turn toward it reaching for the dagger stashed in my now torn boot. The silhouette of a man stands in the doorway — tall, broad, with dark silver streaked hair. His eyes catch the light of the flames, glowing like liquid moonlight.I point my dagger

Third personRumors spread fast like wildfire consuming dry grass.And this one had teeth.A group of Nightbane warriors stood around a war table. The air was thick with unease. Maps were spread before them marked with recent patrol routes. All of which had ended the samecway.Blood.Another voice scoffed lacking conviction. “It’s a rogue. Just one wolf. You’re all acting like she’s some kind of legend.”“Then explain the bodies.”Silence.No one could.Not properly.Because the truth was worse than what people were saying .Patrol after patrol had gone missing along the outer territories. The ones who returned… came back broken. Shaken. Changed.Afraid.One of the warriors said, “She moves like a shadow. You don’t see her until it’s too late.”Another added, “They say her eyes glow. Not like a normal wolf. Something… else.”“Enough.” The room fell silent.All heads turned.Kael stood at the far end of the table, his presence alone enough to silence the murmurs.Two years had carved

Lilas POV (Selene)The first thing I notice is how quiet it is.It's not silence. There are voices, movement and the sound of metal clashing far away. Wolves are talking in tones and boots are scraping against the ground...but there's something else too.The air is heavy with expectations.It's like a storm waiting to happen.I stand at the edge of the arena hidden in the shadows and watch.And then I see it.The structure.The trial arena isn’t one open space—it’s divided. Not by walls, but by purpose.One central arena with four passage ways leading to smaller arenas.To my left, candidates vying to join the warrior sector stand by the entrace of one of the passage ways that has the ancient Meneic words for Protectors carved boldy into the stone.They’re easy to identify. Strength sits in their stance, in the way they carry themselves like the outcome is already decided. Some shift impatiently, others stretch like they’re preparing for war instead of a trial.Opposite them are the h