All Chapters of The Mate He Rejected: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"You are out of your mind, Dreda," I snapped, my voice echoing off the high stone walls of the Silver Moon pack house.The grand assembly hall was packed. Hundreds of wolves stood shoulder to shoulder, their whispers rustling through the crowd like dry leaves scattered by the wind. At my feet, a shattered ceramic mug leaked a dark puddle of rosehip tea across the pale marble floor. The sweet, tart scent of the herbs mixed with the heavy stench of sweat, damp fur, and anger filling the room. It was supposed to be a normal evening. Now, my world was rapidly tilting on its axis.Dreda stood three steps above me on the raised dais, trembling like a fragile leaf. She clutched the edge of Caomh’s dark sleeve. Her blonde hair fell in messy, pristine waves, and tears streamed continuously down her perfectly flushed cheeks."I'm not lying, Meghann," Dreda sobbed, her voice cracking in a pitch-perfect display of misery. She pressed herself closer to Caomh, her small hands gripping his muscular

The freezing rain hit my skin like tiny, sharp needles. I stood frozen at the edge of the tree line, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. My wolf, already curled into a tight ball of misery from the severed mate bond, let out a soft, warning whine in the back of my mind.A tall figure detached itself from the thick shadows of the pine trees.He moved with a silent, predatory grace that made the hairs on my arms stand up. As he stepped into the pale wash of moonlight filtering through the storm clouds, the breath caught in my throat.Cullen Hayden Arden.The Alpha of the Arden Pack. Caomh’s greatest rival, and the most feared man on this side of the continent.He was massive, with broad shoulders clad in a tailored black trench coat that repelled the rain. His hair was as dark as a starless night, plastered slightly to his forehead by the downpour. But it was his eyes that pinned me in place—piercing, silver-gray eyes that looked right through my bravado and saw the shat

The click of the locks echoed like a gunshot in the confined space of the heavy SUV.I yanked the door handle, pulling hard against the thick plastic, but it refused to budge. Panic, cold and sharp, spiked in my chest. It battled the hollow ache of my broken mate bond, sending a fresh wave of nausea up my throat."Unlock the door, Arden," I demanded, my voice cracking slightly.He didn't blink. He just pressed his foot harder on the gas pedal. The powerful engine roared, tires gripping the wet asphalt as we sped away from the Silver Moon border. Rain lashed against the windshield in heavy sheets, the wiper blades thumping in a steady, hypnotic rhythm that did nothing to calm my racing heart.I spun in my seat, glaring at his profile. The dashboard lights cast harsh shadows over his sharp jawline and straight nose. "Are you kidnapping me? Because if you are, I promise you, I will shift right here and tear your throat out."Cullen let out a soft, dismissive breath. "You are half-frozen,

The heavy tires of the SUV crunched over a sprawling driveway paved with crushed white stone. Rain continued to hammer the roof, but the darkness of the night was pierced by the blazing, golden lights of a massive estate. Valets in crisp black uniforms and holding large umbrellas rushed toward the arriving vehicles.My stomach tied itself into a tight, painful knot. I looked down at my faded jeans and the damp, fraying hem of my sweater. My boots were caked in mud from the Silver Moon dirt roads."I cannot go in there, Cullen," I whispered, my voice tight. "I look like garbage. I look exactly like what I am—a beggar."Cullen turned the engine off. The sudden quiet in the cabin left only the sound of the rain beating against the glass. He unfastened his seatbelt, shrugging off his heavy, tailored black trench coat. He leaned across the center console and draped the thick, warm material over my trembling shoulders.The coat swallowed me whole. It was heavy, retaining the heat of his bod

Caomh’s furious roar tore through the grand ballroom, a raw, feral sound that scraped against my eardrums.I broke the kiss, pulling my mouth away from Cullen’s. My chest heaved. My lips burned. The sudden, terrifying jolt of electricity that had sparked between us refused to fade; it hummed just beneath my skin, forcing my dormant wolf to lift her head from the dark corners of my mind. My fingers were still tangled in the fine fabric of his suit lapels, gripping him tight enough to keep my shaking knees from giving out.Cullen did not look at Caomh. He kept his silver-gray eyes locked firmly on mine. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, entirely unaffected by the chaos erupting around us."Walk," he murmured, his breath warm and smelling of mint.He dropped his hand from the back of my neck to the small of my back, guiding me firmly toward the heavy double doors. The crowd scrambled to get out of our way. I caught a glimpse of Elder Foster Harold Muireadhaigh staring ope