Blood & Silver: Rise Of The Alpha's Rejected Mate Novels & Stories

VANESSA BLACK DEVIL PACK. *TWO DAYS LATER* It's been two days since I made my escape to the black devil pack. I heard that the alpha of the pack is rumored to be ruthless and would kill any intruders, I was skeptical that he would even let me live but rather he gave me the role of a maid instead. My life just can't get any worse. I was a maid back in the Silver wolves pack and now I'm still a maid here, it's like I have people chasing me or something. My life was so pathetic that I felt like writing about it.

"Not as my Alpha. Not as my shield." His breath hitched. "Stay as mine," I finished. "As my mate." His hands slid to my waist, reverent, shaking. "I was never leaving." When he kissed me, it wasn't rushed or desperate. It was grounding. The kind of kiss that rewrote futures. Behind us, the Wild Pack lifted their heads as one. The bond sang. And for the first time since I had taken the title of Alpha, I knew I would not have to stand alone. I have my mate with me and he is the Silver Alpha and I will make sure that he remains Alpha forever.

"What you heard last time, none of that will happen. We won’t let any harm come to you." For some reason, I trust him when he speaks. Am I a fool for doing so? "And Kian is not that bad. Well, he always puts the pack first. That’s why he didn’t accept your bond the first time," he explains. I’m familiar with that story. The powerful Alpha refuses to accept his true mate, who has nothing to offer, because plans had been in place for him since the day he was born. It was decided who he would marry and the benefits that would come from that marriage. I snort and eat my watermelon. I love it.

“Stay there. If you move, I’ll let the silver finish what your father started.” He leapt back into the fray, a whirlwind of black fur and carnage. I crouched behind the throne, my lungs burning from the wolfsbane smoke. Around me, the world was ending. I saw women and children fleeing through the side exits, pursued by Silas’s men. I saw Obsidian warriors falling, their wolves whimpering as the silver bolts found their marks. And then, I saw him. Alpha Silas. My father stepped through the main doors, his cape billowing behind him. He looked magnificent and terrible, his eyes scanning the room with a cold, calculating hunger. He didn't look like a man mourning a daughter. He looked like a kin

The agony running through our severed link grew intolerable. "Please," I said, loathing myself for the pitiful, pleading tone. Damian's face showed guilt for a split second, then it vanished as fast as it showed. His voice booming with Alpha power, he squared his wide shoulders. "I, Damian Stone, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, reject Aria Blackwood as my mate." The world shattered. A terrible agony burst across my chest, so intense that a scream tore from my throat. The pure force of the rejection sent me to my knees. It felt as though hidden claws were ripping my heart out from within.

I said. "Good, and if anything, I mean, anything, you know where to put your head," he warned. "Loud and clear, Alpha Silver." I straightened myself as I was about to leave, but the door slammed open, and his beta came in rushing. "My p-pup!" "What is it, beta?" Silver asked sternly. "His blood! I—it is the same with Crest! My pup got the blessing!"

And that's when Mac stopped thrusting, going completely still and letting the sensations, the connection merge through us. “Look into my eyes,” he ordered. We obliged. And as we stared into his eyes, it felt like a mirror that gazed into his soul. “I, Alpha Mac, claim you, Alpha Silver, as my mate,” he growled, his teeth sinking into my neck just as his cock pulsed deep inside me. The words sent a wave of pleasure so intense I thought I’d break. The bite was sharp, the pain mixing with pleasure so intense that our entire body convulsed. The orgasm tore through me like fire, white-hot and consuming, and I screamed as Silver took whatever control was left, our voices merging into one as we ret

I haven’t gotten to finish my words when the next thing he said shatters me. “Oh, please. I don’t think you deserve someone like me. A mere commoner and omega like you are not suitable for the future alpha of this pack. Do you really think I will help you and embrace you with open arms?” He said then harshly held my chin while looking into my eyes, “You are not the mate that I want and the girlfriend that I have right now will be the Luna of this pack, so let me tell you this, I rejected you as my mate. You got that?”

The words to accepting or rejecting mates have always been sacred to us werewolves, having the power to be a dream come true or a nightmare. The words I've spoken have initiated the rejection, but because I'm mated to an Alpha, the rejection can only be complete when he rejects me too. Coren is still the one with the final say here. "I, Coren Silver, Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, reject your rejection, Destiny Willows." A sharp feeling of pain stabs through my spine and my head snaps up to find Coren glaring at me, his once brown eyes swirling with gold as a fierce look of stubbornness rests on his face.

⁠~Roseline~ Turning twenty-one was something I had always look forward to. It was the age when I would finally get to meet my mate and my wolf but the mate part was the one I was most excited because of my boyfriend, Liam. All I ever wanted was for us to be fated mates, but regardless of whether the moon goddess made my wish come through, Liam and I had already made plans to choose eachother as mates and get married. However, my father and step mother had other plans for me, forcing me into a marriage to Alpha Edward, the ruthless Alpha just to pay off their debts. But I refused to go along with their plans.