Chosen By Fate Rejected By Alpha Mga Nobela at Kwento

] The Alpha Of Alphas rose slowly to his feet and faced the training ground once more, ignoring the tears streaming down his face as he stared at the lifeless form lying there. "You have asked a question, My Beta..." He spoke softly. "Fate is when you've spent forty years without a Mate and when the Luna Goddess decides to give you a Mate she gives you a Tiger and not just any Tiger your enemy as a Mate, that is fate, My Beta." A new voice came from behind him. The Alpha Of Alphas turned, expecting someone else, a stranger, another Alpha perhaps. Instead, he found a small child staring at him with large grey eyes filled with curiosity and a burning taste for revenge. He looked so much like h

swallowed, feeling the uneasy twist in her chest tighten further. “Then it means what you said is true.” Kael did not answer immediately. Instead he stepped closer to her, slowly, like someone approaching a wounded animal that might bolt at the slightest movement. When he finally spoke, his voice was low but steady. “It means our fates were tied long before you were rejected by your Alpha.” The word rejected still burned. Even now. Even after everything that had happened since that night in the pack hall when Alpha Rowan had looked at her with cold indifference and dismissed her as if she were nothing. Lyra clenched her hand, hiding the glowing mark within her palm. “You are saying my entir

The reality of a new fate coming with the sacrifices and pain all dawned on me, as I the first set of tears erupted from my ravenous dewy eyes. What my parents had premonited was all true and I had no choice of what came on me. The pounding in my skull was so loud that I could hardly hear him. The burden of the images and the knowledge I now possessed was oppressive. * "I don’t want this." * "It's not a choice. Its a fate." The Alpha's voice dropping with venom, not caring about what killed my being. The words were stuck in my throat, but I was unable to utter them. What would it accomplish? There was no getting away from fate.

I shake my head, "I had another mate, a fated one?" She sighs, "Yes, Alpha Michael," she shakes her head, he hates our kind, “your fate with him had come in a different way than it was supposed to, you were to reject him and you did, but it was for him to change how he was acting, leading his wolves but he sealed his own fate.”

I couldn’t take that pain away from him. That failure still sits heavy in my chest. It hasn’t left. But it doesn’t mean I stop. It doesn’t mean I step aside and let someone else decide his fate. I won’t give up on him. Not now. Not ever. I turn and head for the door, already knowing this won’t stay calm. I step outside with one clear intention. If they want him, they’ll have to fight me for it. The Alpha stops just outside the gates when he sees me coming. His steps slow, then stop completely. His lips curl into a slow, confident smirk as I get closer.

"But why would the Alpha throw me in here?" And as if by natural selection, all the memories came rushing back. The dream, the pain, the rejection. It hit me like a bolt of lightning, suddenly I felt goosebumps all over my body. And then fear... I started getting scared. "What if he decides to kill me?" "Did I do anything to deserve that?" I resolved to plead for mercy and beg to be banished the minute I set my eyes on the Alpha. I have no interest in being his mate, regardless of what the mate bond says.

Luthor asked. “I—I, Lucas West, A-Alpha of the The Crescent Moon Pack… do not accept this rejection.” He forced the words out, trembling. Amelia stepped back, shocked. Why wouldn’t he let her go? She is just his chosen mate, a mate clearly made by choice and not by fate. He had Olivia—his fated mate. Her anger boiled. “You will attend the rejection ceremony,” she ordered firmly, staring up at him. “You’re ordering me, your Alpha? What if I refuse?” Lucas growled. He wouldn’t release her until he was done with her—until he used her up.

"Don't ever suggest that again. I didn't marry you for an heir, Sophia. I married you because you are my mate, because you are the other half of my soul. And if you think anything could change that, you are not giving our bond the respect it deserves." The memory should have comforted me. Instead, it made my chest tight with anxiety. I loved Ethan with a desperation that sometimes scared me. But I also knew that love had limits. Every alpha needed an heir. It was the natural order of things, the expectation of our kind. How long could he realistically wait? How long could I? This trip, maybe it was a sign. Maybe when he comes home, something would have changed. We were both older now, more c

“Not yet. The last time we rushed that name onto a human girl, we paid in graves.” He looks at Ronan like he’s about to cut him. “This pack will not bow to fear,” he says. “Nor will we bow to blind faith in fate. You may be willing to gamble everything on her, Alpha. We are not.” The pack rumbles. Agreement. Fear. Bitter laughter. It all blends. “So,” Malric says, voice turning knife‑sharp. “We return to the simplest truth: an Alpha chooses. Always. Fate can tangle bonds, but it can not command loyalty.”

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.