Kidnapped And Rejected Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Greta's hands closed around me like iron clamps, her nails sinking deep into my shoulders. Despair flooded over me. My place had been stolen, I was about to be locked up, and I had not received a scrap of the family love I had hoped for. What kind of birth parents had I chosen? Just as Greta was dragging me toward the cellar, the front door burst open. A squad of werewolf warriors charged in. The middle-aged man leading them lunged over and kicked Greta off her feet. Red light burned in his eyes. When he saw the marks on my shoulder, his gaze turned ice-cold.

I woke up when I felt hands on my neck. I still couldn't open my eyes, but I realized that she was being kidnapped. She felt my attacker's rough breathing and the smell of sweat on her fingers. They took me up a steep path until I was finally able to open my eyes. She was in the middle of an unknown forest, surrounded by tall, bushy trees. There was no one in sight except my kidnapper, who introduced herself as Melania. It was obvious that she was a werewolf: she had the same physical characteristics as me and she smelled just like them. However, I did not perceive any trace of the pack to which she belonged; she must be a loner. "What do you want?" I asked her with a shaky voice. "Oh, I jus

Then, my only concern was whether he would be strong enough to survive another rejection, because I was sure she would reject him as quickly as she could. I had been sitting outside the city's gates when a man dressed like he was in the 1850s came out to greet me. He apologized several times over as he walked me through the bustling streets of the dead until we came to a gorgeous mansion and went inside. I knew the moment I saw him standing there that my mate's new bride was the very same author he had grabbed by the throat just a few months prior. He had tracked her down after her book about werewolves had become a best seller. It wasn't his finest moment, I agree, but I knew that everythin

She wrapped her arms around herself and walked faster, trying to escape everything. Her mind kept spiraling. Half-werewolf. Half-sister. That kiss. She wanted to believe she was still Alice, the girl who laughed with her best friend Mira at lunch, who studied hard, who thought Samuel was her father. But her mom’s confession was louder than any hope she had. The words wouldn’t leave her: The Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack… Tears burned in her eyes, but she bit her lip hard, refusing to cry out here. She kept walking.

He would be taken from me. And I was going to be the one to take him. – – – I lost myself to a book for a while, needing the escapism that lay between the faded pages. With a sigh, I slammed it shut. The cover taunted me, the gilded ink of the title glittering too brightly in my eyes. ‘Born Beneath the Wrong Star,’ it read. I snorted without humour. Yeah. That sounded about right. I wondered idly who had it worse: me, or the protagonist of the book, Piona, a werewolf who couldn’t shift and was kicked out of her pack by her cruel Alpha because of it. Probably Piona, but admitting that to myself didn’t make me feel any better.

My voice cracked and my wolf whined in protest but I ignored her. I waited. With hopes because I know my mate. He would never leave me. Not when we’re madly in love. The whole Province knows that. “Okay,” My breath caught as I clutched my chest and gasped for breath. “I Prayan Wildewood of Xintha. Beta of the Calantha Province, thereby rejects you. Princess Selena Frostblade of Calantha as my mate."

he repeated, as if tasting the word. “I was rejected,” I added quietly. “By my mate.” Something flickered in his gaze then—sharp, unreadable. “Name,” he said. “Althea Vale.” He inclined his head slightly. “Alpha Ronan Nightfall.” The name settled into the air with weight. So this was him. The Alpha of the rival pack. The one Blackwood wolves feared and whispered about. The one who had carried me out of the dark. “I didn’t mean to trespass,” I said. “If you want me gone, say the word. I won’t fight you.”

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

" Ariana's wolf chimed still jumping continuously in Ariana's head. Ariana felt her life force drained from her, she moved her gaze towards the entrance and then she found her supposed mate standing with his hands in his pockets. She could tell he knew she was his mate but the ever so unfeeling alpha wouldn't care, she could feel her life become more miserable than it was intended by the moon goddess. 'I reject him, I don't want him as my mate.' Ariana whispered to her wolf, in anger. 'You have no choice Ariana unless the alpha rejects you. You are bonded to him forever.'Wolfgang Wolf replied.

Dorian locked our gazes for a while, then his hand grabbed my waist as he pulled me close. He kissed me, this time roughly. He rolled atop me. Kissing every part of my body. His teeth elongated as he kissed my neck. This is it. I am finally getting marked. As a teenager, I have always dreamed of getting marked by my mate. I wondered what it felt like, but all hope of getting marked died the day I was rejected by Derek. Not in my wildest did I ever imagine that I would find anyone to love me as much as Dorian does. I would never have imagined that a wolfless girl like myself would find a strong, caring, and sweet alpha like Dorian.