Alle Kapitel von The Human Alpha's Rejected Mate : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Tyla POV I held my father's hand tight as I half ran, half jogged after him, trying to keep up with his long strides. My legs were killing me, but I didn't slow down. The village was alive around us. The air was buzzing and every heart was racing. Everyone was getting ready for the royal family's arrival. Pack Silver Fang was hosting them this year. The royal family visiting any pack was such an honor that my father had said it could change a pack's fate forever. The whole pack was buzzing. Wolves were moving back and forth, carrying decorations, food, and making sure the grounds were perfect. The pine scent of the trees mixed with the sweat of nervousness as I overheard snatches of excited chatter about the honor the pack was about to receive. I barely noticed the beauty of the forest around us—the trees towering above us in the golden morning light. Father walked with determination, his jaw clenched and his shoulders squared. Even though I was only 13, I could sense something

Tyla POV When the knock interrupted, Alpha Lucas, I had felt a glimmer of hope—a chance to escape. "What is it?" Lucas snarled at the door, his voice sharp with annoyance. A male voice from the other side responded, "Alpha, your nephew, Alpha Klaus, has arrived on packlands." Lucas straightened, his face briefly softening. "Fine. I'll be there shortly," he barked, sending the man away. The footsteps outside receded, and his dark gaze swung back to me. I was shaking, pressing myself into the door like it could swallow me whole. My voice wavered, desperate. "Please, Alpha Lucas. Don't... please!" "You can go for now," he said, his tone dangerously calm. "But don't forget, you wear my mark now. Once I've welcomed my dear nephew, I'll claim you completely. Keep that in mind." "Please!" I begged, my voice breaking. "Don't do this to me! I'll do anything... just don't!" The sharp sting of his slap cut me off. Snapping my head to the side, I gasped, clutching my cheek as my vision

I had always heard stories of wolves who lost their packs. Some were tragic, others deserved, but I never imagined that I would become one of them.Walking away from the Silver Fang pack that night, the cold air biting at my skin, I didn't realize just how cruel the world outside my pack could be. I traveled to the nearest pack territory.Exhausted and starving, after days of wandering, my feet were blistered, and the clothes I'd been banished in were little more than tattered rags when I reached the border of the Moon Crest Pack.I was hopeful. Their reputation for fairness was well known, and I thought, maybe here I'll find refuge. The guards stationed at the border stopped me immediately."State your business," one of them barked, his eyes narrowing as he took in my disheveled appearance."I'm seeking sanctuary," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I've been cast out of my pack, but I mean no harm. I just need a place to stay."He stepped closer, his nose flaring as he took in

The wolf pup was so light in my arms, almost as if the fear and desperation clinging to its tiny frame weighed more than its physical body. I cradled it close as I pushed open the door to the shelter, my heart pounding with a mix of relief and fear. The warmth of the place was comforting, but the skeptical stares from the staff made my stomach tighten. "Hey," I began softly, stepping up to the front desk where a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and a weary smile sat. She glanced at the pup and immediately frowned. "You can't bring animals in here," she said curtly, not even giving me a chance to explain. "It's not just an animal," I protested, my voice trembling. "It's injured and scared. It needs help." She shook her head, folding her arms over her chest. "This is a shelter for people, not strays. I'm sorry, but we can't take it in." "But I can take care of it!" My desperation bled into my voice. "Please, just let me keep him with me until he's better." Her expression softene

Tyla POV The hum of the car engine filled the heavy silence between us. Zane sat rigid in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, every movement deliberate and controlled. Jake shifted slightly on my lap, curling deeper into me, his tiny body radiating warmth against the chill seeping into the night. I stared out the window, the city lights blurring past as my thoughts spiraled. The events of the evening played over and over in my mind, a chaotic reel of despair, desperation, and an inexplicable glimmer of hope. Garrick lay in the backseat, motionless except for the faint rise and fall of his chest. The sight of him, so frail and lifeless, gnawed at my heart. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him. We pulled up to the hospital just as the clock struck nine, the glowing red numbers on the dashboard a harsh reminder of how late it was. Zane stepped out of the car with the same calm efficiency he had displayed all evening, his movements almost too composed for the sit