Abused And Rejected Black Wolf Novels & Stories

"Give me two weeks. I'll bring her in alive. Contained. No more deaths." "Why?" Marius's smile was thin. "Why do you care so much about keeping this girl alive?" Every Alpha in the room was watching him now. Waiting. Thorne chose his words carefully. "Because if we kill every wolf that scares us, we're no better than the humans we hide from. We're supposed to be better than that." Lies. Pretty lies. But they seemed to work. Marius sat back down. "Two weeks. But Alpha Blackwater—" His voice went hard. "If you fail, if she kills one more wolf, the bounty doubles and we send everyone we have. Understood?"

The snapping of bones and the gritty rasps of claws extending filled the space, as Aster's shifting took hold. He eventually morphed into one of the biggest wolves I've ever come across - if not the biggest. His figure was imposing amidst the chaos. His muscles coiled beneath his sleek fur; the dark-brown coat bristled and ruffled in the wind, his black-tinged orange eyes shone in a bright, mysterious glow. The golden locket was still around his neck, glistening under the moonlight. This man actually wanted to fight. Was it the alcohol intoxication that rigged his sense of logical thinking or did he really think he could take on twenty of Magnus' wolves?

Aiyanna gave him a smile and kept her hand over her shoulder, “if her first mate dies then she can have a second mate, most werewolves get two chances to mate, what if she finds her second chance mate?” Jayde does want to think about it, if Hayley’s second chance mate is actually a good person, then maybe she would go with him as she should and it was a thing. Jayden sighed as he rubbed his temple and Aiyanna said, “for werewolves there martes are everything and rejecting a mate hurts like bitch, someone werewolves even die, and some become cripple, imagine getting rejected twice or losing your mates twice it kills a werewolf from inside and very few people with a very strong mental strength

“a friend.” The black wolf growled. I didn’t recognize him or any of the others. They surrounded me as they crept closer and closer, tightening the circle. “Please. I don’t want to hurt any of you.” I tried to bluff. Though I’d torn apart rooms when Winter and I had hooked up, I didn’t have any control. I had no idea if I could actually make something happen like Ma could whenever I wanted. A dark figure broke through the bushes wearing a raincoat and boots. He lowered his hood revealing a bald head and mountain man moustache and beard stretched down to his chest. “Where are you going, sweet thing?”

"Under years of trauma. Think about what your wolf has been through. You grew up in a pack where your rank was low and your worth was tied to a mate bond you hadn't formed yet. Then your fated mate rejected you publicly and violently, which is one of the most devastating things that can happen to a wolf's psyche. The rejection alone would have been enough to suppress a normal wolf. But you're not a normal wolf. You're Silvermoon, which means the suppression went deeper." She held up a finger for each point. "The rejection. The physical abuse from the ex-mate's girlfriend. The relocation to a new pack where you had no status and no allies. Months of bullying from wolves who should have protec

When I spoke out, a wave of irritation and disgust washed over me. “I accept your rejection.” I said without battling an eye and surprise was visible on their faces. His face scrunched up into a frown. Then regret followed by remorse. "I, Rowena Lindsay, accept your rejection." I didn't want to show my pain as I feel the connection between our wolves fading. When it was finally over, I forced a smile. I was now an ordinary wolf. The moon goddess is once again using my life to play a twisted game, making me an object of ridicule. Nothing makes sense at all. Finding out I was pregnant when it's too late to save my relationship? Absolutely ridiculous.

I could also hear the steady, powerful breath of the white wolf inside me. Just like me now, my wolf was beautiful, strong, and sharp. Some later asked if I ever regretted leaving the Blackthorn pack, leaving behind everything that had once been within easy reach. Whenever I heard that question, I always remembered that snowy night three years ago—how I had bled alone in the forest, how the mansion had echoed with celebration, how the basement had reeked of silver, and how I had poured myself into trying to get their attention. At the same time, I also remembered how I had clawed my way out of that humiliating fate, step by step.

“That doesn’t sound complicated or super rare to me.” “I’m not done.” He sighs, tapping the clipboard, sighing with worry. “Not only did she reject her higher ranking partner, but whoever they are did not accept, nor did they want this. They’re looking for her. And last, and most painful, her wolf is rejecting her, and her spirit. The wolf does not agree with the decision and is going to make it harder to run further.”

My words are harsh and filled with spite, “Look, unbind my legs, I will take you away from here. We can run away from here.” Remi gives me a sidelong stare, “I was born a wolf and this is my home. The Alpha saved my life by buying me from my Uncle who had been abusing me and using me in so many ways you could think of. I work for him and keep the Penthouse clean like other maids here.” I’m surprised that this young girl has gone through something like that and Rowan is capable of saving someone. But what about me? What did I do to him? He said he saved my life but I have been nothing but miserable since I woke up.

The rogue twists again, allowing the black wolf to jump and attack the rogue’s back. The black wolf clamps down hard on the rogue. He digs his canines into the rogue’s back, rendering it immobile. The rogues roll into a small fetus while the black wolf dominates it by standing on top of it. With its hind legs, it traps the rogue’s massive body and without letting go of it’s back, pushes the rogue into submission. I watch in awe, as the rogue whimpers and becomes submissive and settles down quietly in the middle of the woods.