Alienated Novels & Stories

Aliyah blurted out. Aliyah was under a lot of pressure and stress. She felt like she had no one to lean on. The past had still been hunting her, the trauma still hurts her. Aliyah felt like she was alone all the time, she didn't want to lose the position of being the Luna. Because being a Luna made her feel like she had some purpose in life. Because when she was chosen to be the Luna at least she felt to be wanted and loved by the pack, which she never had felt before.

They were more emotionally stable and if they will, they could keep up with both Prime Alpha and Beta Sentinel. But along with these new categories came another two, Feral and Aberrant. The first one pertains to people of any secondary gender who lost touch with reality and could be triggered by a lot of stressful situations. The latter was a category for those who had genetic disabilities. Common cases were because of the difference in the genes of the parents.

"Don't bother. Just spill your heart, sweetie. I hate love too, but that's just because it's not part of my life anymore. It's the most powerful emotion we have. You need to reconsider how to deal with it." "I guess, just not sure who that makes me. I've always run hard and fast from the idea of having to belong to anyone. I had a shitty childhood thanks to my overbearing mother and my pussified father." Lisa shook her head. "Sorry..." "Stop apologizing. Marc curses like a sailor too. I've just learned to ignore it and pray for him all the more." "You going to pray for me later?" Lisa's lip lifted in a soft smile. "With sack cloth and ashes like in the Old Testament. You both need extra pray

My heart pounded wildly as I felt Maya bristle, sensing what was about to happen. “I, Alpha Kendrick of the Silver Moon Pack,” he declared, his voice loud and resolute, “reject you, Alison.” It felt like I’d been struck by lightning. Pain exploded in my chest, radiating through every fiber of my being. Maya whimpered, her agony echoing through my mind. The rejection tore at us both, unraveling our bond thread by thread, each one a fresh wound that burned hotter than the last. My hand flew to my chest, clutching it as if that could stop the ache tearing me apart.

[Your ex-mate's methods aren't exactly honorable] I called him back immediately: Garrett's voice was steady and commanding: "Instead of arguing rules with him, why don't we change the rules? I admire your talent. Interested in a more valuable pack?" I held my breath. The call ended. My assistant called frantically again: "This is bad, Ms. Lynn! All our client contracts got cancelled suddenly. They're saying Alpha Kieran personally called them!" I gripped my phone tightly— Kieran was cutting off my escape routes. Taking my shares and team was just to force me to submit. But he forgot that this pack's core healing techniques and connections were all my creation. Push me too far, and I won't be

"How am I supposed to go out with Charlie or sleep with another man when my wolf is tied to a mate? I'm not going to lie to him or lead him on." "You don't have to jump into bed with him," Anita said. "Just get your mind off it. Try to be happy while you're here." "It doesn't matter," I said, staring at the ceiling. To Anita, severance was a choice for the future. But to my body, it had already begun. When Alexander walked away on that road, it felt like a piece of my soul had been ripped away. If this distance felt so empty, I wasn't sure what would be left of me when the bond was cut.

--- Confused. --- Torn. --- The presence pulsed sharply. --- “External influence increasing instability,” it said. --- “Severing connection.” --- The space around them tightened violently. --- Pressure building— --- Like the system itself was trying to isolate the prototype. --- To cut it off. --- Adrian staggered slightly. --- “It’s trying to separate it from us.” --- Elena didn’t move. --- “It’s trying to separate it from itself.” --- Because connection— --- Was what was keeping the conflict alive.

What Caldenveil looked like in the absence of a Warden — the slow listing, the small violences that accumulate in a place without balance, the fraying at the edges of things that should hold. And beneath that — beneath the justification it is offering — something else. Something that feels, in the register of very old things that are not human and have never been, like: *Loneliness.* The shape in the corner is not malevolent. It is not a creature of destruction. It is something that was displaced from its own place long ago and found an empty Warden-space and has been in it so long it no longer knows where it was before. It has been here. It has been keeping — poorly, yes, without the gift,

I looked him dead in the eye and spoke each word loud and clear: "I, Leona Lombardi, reject you, Erik Smith, as my mate and my Alpha." Agonizing pain surged through my body as the bond stretched violently. "I accept your rejection," Erik said coldly. The bond snapped. Alma screamed in agony. It wasn't just a break; it was an amputation without anesthesia. Every nerve ending in my body screamed as the golden thread that tied our souls together shriveled into nothingness. I felt the void where his presence used to be—a cold, echoing cavern that swallowed my strength. Alma’s howl wasn't just for the loss of a mate; it was for the death of our future.

Because of that Aliyah felt alone and abandoned again. After her grandparents died her father took her again but just to leave her in his father’s cousin’s house. When Aliyah was left by her father on that house she felt abandon again. In that house her experiences are all bad. In her younger age she receives bad treatment from her relatives who are living on that house. She experience rejections and cruel treatment from individuals around her. Such early life traumas, cruel treatment, rejections and abandonment she receives multiple times leads Aliyah to develop such kind of defense mechanism to cope up and to avoid the feeling of getting hurt emotionally.