Alpha Rejected Mate Novels & Stories

Closing my eyes momentarily to earn a reprieve from this upheaval, I kissed his knuckles and forced out my words. “I sincerely apologize for my actions, Alpha.” “You are forgiven but I have an enunciation to make.” He quickly pulled his hand away not wanting to share any physical interaction, feeling the same insufferable and amplifying sensations I did. “Yes?” I asked with a gulp and before everyone in his enormous hall, he declared. “I, Alpha Darius Alfonso of Scarlet Moon pack, reject Athena Becker, The Red Huntress, as my mate and luna.” “What…?!” A series of gasps came, I never anticipated he would resent our bond this much as an intense pain shot through my chest.

Mate, mate, mate, Alex chanted, bouncing around in excitement. His piercing grey eyes locked onto mine, and I found myself mesmerized, unable to look away. We held our gaze until he leaned in to whisper something to the Beta before walking away. Confusion was evident on the Beta's face. Had I just been rejected? He left without acknowledging me? Perhaps he was preoccupied with something important? But he had just found his mate-what could possibly be more significant than that? My thoughts spiraled. The idea of rejection was unbearable. Alex whimpered at the mere thought. Was fate playing a cruel joke on me? The Alpha being my mate? Or had I misinterpreted everything? Yet, I was certain of t

My mate, Alpha Alex, had a wolf cursed at birth by a witch—unable to catch the scent of any she-wolf, doomed never to find his true mate. He spent five long years searching for her, only to be met with nothing but disappointment. In the end, broken and exhausted, he gave up. That was when he claimed me. On the night of our bonding, he told me the truth. "Fiona," he said quietly, "I had no choice. If the pack knew their Alpha couldn't even find his true mate, I'd become a disgrace in their eyes. So I chose you.

“You stand in my pack’s heart. You speak demands. You forget yourselves.” A man laughed. A harsh sound. “We remember too well. That’s the problem.” Kieran stepped forward. “You will show respect.” The man’s eyes slid to Kieran. “You’re not Alpha.” “No,” Kieran said. “I’m not.” I felt the words before he finished. He was choosing again. Always choosing. “I’m her mate,” he said. “That’s enough.” Murmurs spread. Some knelt then. Slowly. Carefully. Others stiffened.

We reached the top of the grand staircase. Below, the front doors stood open. Three northern alphas waited in the courtyard, silver chains glinting under the moon. Their warriors stood behind them, eyes wary. The lead alpha stepped forward. “The bond is an abomination, Milrac. Surrender the girl. We will end it cleanly before it destroys you both.” Milrac’s voice carried down the stairs, calm and lethal. “She is my mate. The bond is complete. Touch her and every alpha here dies tonight.”

She trembled in anger as she glanced at her soiled clothes and messy hair. “What are you waiting for?” The guards remained fixed to their position with Lyra staring defiantly at her. “You, who are you? I will report this to the Alpha and all of you will be fired” She pointed at the guards crazily as she whined like a child. Lyra's eyes dimmed in suspicion as she intently stared at the woman's confidence. “What makes you think the Alpha would listen to you?” “Because I am his mate!” “What!? Then how come I have never heard of you?”

His stance was casual, but there was nothing relaxed about the way his muscles coiled beneath his clothes, like a predator poised to strike. Recognition settled in my gut like ice. Darius Nightshade. The Alpha of the Nightshade Pack. My rival. The bastard was smiling. "I have to say," he mused, tilting his head, "it's not everyday an Alpha gets rejected by his mate in front of an audience. Must be humbling." The growl that rumbled from my chest was low, dangerous. Darius chuckled. "Careful," he warned mockingly. "You wouldn't want your little mate seeing you lose control."

More tears rolled down my cheeks, and my hands and feet remained on the floor, only for me to raise my head to see Jake standing in front of me. “This will be my last warning to you,” he began. “This should be the last time you would ever, in your miserable life, touch Maria, my Luna, and my mate ever again!" I shivered, my hands formed a fist, and it was like I couldn't feel my legs anymore. My wolf whimpered in pain, and I heard my ear ring in pain. Someone else, his mate? “Jake, I'm your—” “Shut the fuck up!” He yelled before adding, “I am Alpha Jake. Say it right!"

So, how is it fair that I can't hang out with a she-wolf I grew up with? Quinn whimpered at the reminder. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything that's going to hurt Kira, I reiterated, attempting to soothe his concerns. Alright, I just don't want to watch this, he replied, his disappointment palpable as he retreated to the recesses of my mind. I thought back to the dream from this morning, a shiver running down my spine at the prospect of Angel rejecting me. Alphas didn't get second-chance mates like everyone else, even if our Luna were killed. However, we were allowed to choose a new mate in those circumstances.

Seeing as I had traveled the world more than once and still had not found her everyone seemed to think that she didn't exist and that I needed a chosen mate. I didn't blame them for thinking that. I was 25 for crying out loud. Most Alphas shift when they're 15 and I shifted when I had been 13. As long as our mate had shifted as well we could find them if they were within a certain distance. It had been nearly 12 years and I still hadn't found my mate. To be honest, I was beginning to doubt if the moon goddess had given me a mate. But my wolf Creo Morte (I just call him Morte) was sure that we had a mate and she was out there somewhere. And as long as he was sure, I refused to settle down wit