Novel & Cerita Blood & Silver: Rise Of The Alpha's Rejected Mate

I smirked and whispered, “What do you want me to do?” I want her to beg for it. She moaned and said softly, “Pl- please, I need you” I smirked and she removed my shorts aggressively, I trailed my hand down to her hips and she asked for breath, her arousal feeling the room. I lifted her hips and she glanced at me, her eyes not leaving mine. I smirked and inserted the tip in her entrance and she moaned softly and called my name. I was mind-linked by Lucas that there are other Alpha’s from another pack in my office. We wanted to discuss issues about the rogues and how we can come together to end them.

“You were really going to do it. You were going to reject him.” I stood, fists clenched. “It’s none of your business.” “It’s exactly my business.” He stepped closer, the letter crumpling in his fist. “Do you have any idea what this means? If you reject him, it doesn’t just break the bond. It breaks him. His wolf will tear him apart.” My stomach dropped. “That’s not what the scroll said.” “The scroll doesn’t tell you what happens after.” Elias’s voice lowered, pressing like a knife. “I’ve seen it before. Alphas don’t survive rejection easily. They lose their strength. Their wolf goes mad. Some don’t make it through the week.”

“This is only the start.” “You’re right,” I said. “This is the start. Of your end.” Then she smiled. That awful, victorious grin. Like she knew something I didn’t. And that’s when it hit me—too late. While we’d been talking. Posturing. While I’d been so damn focused on blocking her strike. She’d already started the ritual. Already begun siphoning the Alphas. Already kicked off the very thing I’d come to prevent. My father dropped first. Then Alpha Garrett. Then Thaddeus. One after another, the Alphas at the table crumpled. Not from blows. Not from spells flying. From some invisible pull, yanking at their life force. Their strength. Their very souls.

Some looked uncomfortable, others nodded in agreement. "Begin the rejection," Richard commanded. The pack elder stepped forward, an ancient wolf with gray in his beard. "Alpha Richard, do you reject your mate, Veronica, daughter of Alpha Marcus?" "I do," Richard said without hesitation. "Luna Veronica, do you accept this rejection?" The words stuck in my throat. If I said them, the mate bond would shatter completely. I would lose whatever small protection it still offered. But if I didn't, they would force me. "I..." Pain exploded through my chest. The curse, my damaged wolf, the stress, everything hit at once. I collapsed, coughing. Blood sprayed across the white platform.

“Thank you.” As Elena walked off, Valeria practically bounced in her seat. “I already love her.” My mother smiled warmly. “She seems very sweet.” “She is,” I admitted. Then my expression darkened. “Mom… something happened at Silvercrest.” Her face immediately changed. “What happened?” Instead of speaking out loud, I mind-linked her. The Alpha twins got rejected by their mate, but their mate slept with them first. Her eyes widened in horror. “What the fuck is wrong with these wolves?”

“Power’s not sticking and she’s shutting it out.” Lucien nodded, his arms crossing, his jaw tight. “Silver’s deep—her wolf’s buried, fighting it.” Aaron’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing, his hand dropping to her arm, gripping firm. “Let me,” he growled, his voice steel, his shoulders squaring. “You’re her mates, but I’m her blood—alpha to alpha, father to daughter. Move.”

"However, if you cooperate fully, I have no reason to kill the Alpha King. He can live out his days in exile, mourning his lost mate." The guards entered my cell, moving to unlock the chains. The moment the silver left my wrists, I struck. Silver light exploded from my palms, blinding everyone in the immediate vicinity. I shifted mid-attack, Selene taking control with savage efficiency. The first guard went down with my jaws around his throat. The second barely had time to scream before I'd torn into him. Kieran roared, shifting into his massive silver wolf. We collided in the center of the cell, fangs and claws tearing at each other.

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.

Chapter One “I, Alpha of the Silverclan Pack, hereby,reject you as my mate.” Alpha Jordan announced loudly and I knelt in front of the whole pack grabbing him by the leg in silent pleading. I had just been named his mate, and without delay, he outright rejected me. For the first time since the Silverclan Pack was formed, an alpha rejected his mate. I knelt down there, unable to move, feeling utterly humiliated. I could hear the vile laughs and Snickers from the female members of our pack who were jealous of my supposed good fortune and I was sure nothing made them happier than witnessing my humiliation.

_______________________ Thank you so much for reading Alpha’s Blood Mate. This story started as a single spark of recognition and grew into something far greater—a connection shaped by legacy, conflict, loyalty, and a kind of love that refuses to ignore the truth. Writing this journey meant exploring painful pasts, wild bloodlines, and the question of whether fate is something that binds us… or something we have the power to change. If you stayed through the danger, the shifting alliances, the fear, and the gradual discovery of who she truly is—thank you. It truly means everything that you trusted this story to take you somewhere intense and still chose to continue.