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The words hung in the air like a death sentence. “I, Alpha Kael Voss of the Shadowmoon Pack… reject you as my fated mate.” Elara’s world tilted. The beautiful golden sparks that had begun dancing between them just moments ago twisted into something ugly and sharp, slicing through her chest like silver blades.

She backed away, then regained her composure. "Tricia, you're being crazy. Baton and I are just friends—" "Friends?" I scoffed. "What kind of 'friend' makes an Alpha betray his own Mate for her?" "Enough!" Baton was suddenly between us. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His grip was painfully tight, and his Alpha dominance pressed down on me again. "If you don't shut your mouth," his voice was colder than the winter wind, "I will drag your mother here myself and force her to kneel before Seraphina's family and beg for forgiveness on your father's behalf!"

I asked cautiously. Luciano folded the paper slowly. Then he looked at me. “It’s a demand.” “For what?” Luciano’s voice remained calm. “Alpha Dane,” he said slowly, “is asking to buy you back.” “What?” Luciano’s silver eyes remained locked on mine. “There’s no explanation.” “Just a demand.”

I didn’t trust myself to. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, I slowly turned to face him, lifting my chin. “Thank you,” I said, voice eerily calm. “If that’s truly what you think of me, then I’m glad you rejected me.” His eyes narrowed, confused. “I don’t need an Alpha who sees me as nothing but a weakness,” I continued, the pain in my chest coiled tight, caged. “I don’t need your mark. I don’t need your pity. And I sure as hell don’t need you.”

No matter how much he tried, he just couldn't get to her. "Elora, listen to me. I need to tell you something." "I don't want to hear anything from you." She said and shook her head. "It's about us. It's about your-" She could not let him finish his sentence and stated, "I, ELORA JAMES, A TRUE HYBRID, REJECT YOU ALPHA ETHAN AS MY MATE."

“ What's your name?’’ he asks, causing me to look up at him with great confusion. “Elara Moore..’’ I let out. He wasted no time as he came to stand before me. I stared at the ground, bowing my head in respect and submission. The words that came after were meant to paralyse me and shutter my heart completely. “Elara Moore, I believe that the moon goddess has made a mistake by making you my mate. I, Alpha Gale, reject you as my fated mate.’’ I clutched my chest, feeling the stabbing pain as celebration erupted. My rejection somehow made more sense to the people. I looked up at him, but he avoided my eyes and walked away with Alpha Gareth, leaving me there, on my knees, as if I meant nothing

With a huge cry, she grabbed it and threw it at my head. I caught it easily and moved fast to stand right in front of her. “BE QUIET!” My voice was the Alpha’s command. The room shook. “Your act is over! I saw your scheme and lie. You worked with that witch, thinking I was blind to your poison!” I leaned close. “I see the real you now. The nasty, power hungry wolf under the soft sheep skin. I am done.” I stepped back. I spoke to the room. “Hear me. I, Alpha Drake, of Luxembourg pack, reject you, Princess Elara, that daughter of Alpha Kael. The bond is broken. All ties are cut. You will leave my land now.”

I grow up with Elliot and Leon, twin brothers my father takes in as children and chooses as candidates to become my future mate. Elliot is warm and attentive. When I'm sick, he stays by my bedside all night. Leon is his complete opposite. He's cold, distant, and so indifferent that in ten years, he barely says more than a few words to me. So when my father asks me to choose my mate, I don't hesitate. I choose Elliot. But the night before our engagement banquet, I overhear both brothers making promises to Vivian, a maid's daughter. "Once I become Alpha, you'll be the only mistress of this estate." "I wouldn't even touch that useless little princess. You're the only woman I'll ever a

“I, Alpha Cyra Teymoori, reject you, Alpha Yorick ... what’s your last name?” “Hill,” I growl. Thad is howling in my head at her instant rejection of us. “I, Alpha Cyra Teymoori, reject you, Alpha Yorick Hill as my mate and Alpha,” she says, looking at me expectantly, as if she didn’t just rip my heart out of my chest and stomp on it while I stood by helplessly. I step up to her, taking her chin in my hand. “I, Alpha Yorick Hill, reject your ridiculous rejection. But I do want to know why? Why would you reject me when you don’t even know me?” I growl.

This was older and quieter and had her mother's face on it. Her mother, Selene, who should have been Alpha of the Duskfen Pack. Whose father had given her title away to her brother and married her off to Casen Greyveil instead. Who'd spent twenty years in a house that treated her like furniture until the illness found her, and even then, lying in that bed with her hands getting cold and her breath coming short, she'd grabbed Nova's fingers hard enough to bruise. Don't let them do this to you. Don't let them shelf you. You're more than what he says. Promise me, Nova. Promise me you'll fight and take your rightful place as Alpha of this pack when the time comes.