Kidnapped And Rejected Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Jemima’s POV After about an hour of going through the book about the history of werewolves, I was beginning to get frustrated. From what I had read so far, there had been no mention of any werewolf like me. “What exactly are you looking for?” Aurora queried, noticing my frustration. “You’ve noticed that I'm not just a regular werewolf, right?” I queried and she nodded. Hope flared inside of me at the thought that she might be able to help. But her next words quickly caused it to dissipate.

That was when his cruel rejection came, and I could not stomach all that had happened. *End Of Flashback* "Did you even know why you came here in the first place? You came here because I bought you! You were sold to me! But what? You are my mate? What kind of joke is playing!" He pushed off the table in the room in anger and I jerked away in fear. He was so scared at the time that I do not know why he was so angry. I do not know how the Lycan world works but I have read stories on how they meet their mate.

The mate I rejected and yet never stopped thinking about. Gone. I wanted to scream, to tear this entire packhouse apart with my bare hands. But all I could do was cry, silent, aching tears that slid down my cheeks as the weight of everything crashed down on me. “You’re a monster,” I whispered. “You used me like a pawn. And now you’re trying to dress it up as redemption?” He didn’t flinch. “What’s done is done. Your place is here now. Your son will be raised properly, as an heir to this pack, not as the spawn of a rogue Alpha.”

I had an uncanny knack for ending up with the worst kind of men, the ultimate douchebags, and those who would eventually abandon me. I had initially tried dating within my species, Werewolves, but that had been a complete failure. They were patriarchal and wanted to control every aspect of my life. Most of them were, frankly, just douchebags. So, I ventured into the world of humans, only to discover that men weren't so different, regardless of their species.

There was a long silence on the other side, broken only by a deep, shaky exhale. “You’re lucky I was the one who found you,” the maid continued, still keeping her voice low but firm. “Any werewolf can recognize the scent of something… foreign. Even in blood. What would you have done if a guard found you instead? How would you explain that? Why did you keep it a secret and lie when I asked you before?” Her voice kept pushing, scolding, until Remi finally let out another breath, this one cracked and broken, and then came the soft sound of her sobs.

His wolf wanted her, called to her, but the man—the Alpha—was resisting. “I can’t,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I reject you, Zara Grey, as my mate.” The words settled like a weight in the pit of her stomach. A dull ache spread through her chest, the familiar sting of a rejected bond. But she didn’t flinch. She didn’t beg. She didn’t even cry. Instead, she exhaled slowly and met his gaze with cold, unreadable eyes. “I accept your rejection.”

It was the one thing they wouldn’t say. As Elder Marcos begins to question them with the same questions, I had asked in the cell they respond. They are a little less smug are more succinct, but they give the same information. I am a kidnapped Royal werewolf and I was not allowed to find my fates mate and now I had everyone was in danger. They wouldn’t give anything more than this.

Aiyanna gave him a smile and kept her hand over her shoulder, “if her first mate dies then she can have a second mate, most werewolves get two chances to mate, what if she finds her second chance mate?” Jayde does want to think about it, if Hayley’s second chance mate is actually a good person, then maybe she would go with him as she should and it was a thing. Jayden sighed as he rubbed his temple and Aiyanna said, “for werewolves there martes are everything and rejecting a mate hurts like bitch, someone werewolves even die, and some become cripple, imagine getting rejected twice or losing your mates twice it kills a werewolf from inside and very few people with a very strong mental strength

I asked no one in particular. My breath trembled. “This hasn’t happened before to be stressful,” I said. “It has to be.” I mean, anyone in my shoes will be exhausted and stressed. I planned Damien’s humiliation and his downfall. I triggered Tailor's breakdown and possibly her death, even though I’ve managed to convince myself that I had nothing to do with it. I just told her the truth she needed to know because sooner or later she was going to find out. I had even risen to be the Alpha of Greymoon pack faster, and no Luna in the history of werewolves has ever become an Alpha of a pack, especially after being rejected by her mate.

“That is not your decision.” Then every creature lunged at once. Kaelen shifted instantly, Lucian vanished into shadow, Cassian drew twin black blades glowing blue and Icarra finally unleashed the wolf fate had hidden from the world. A massive silver wolf burst from the explosion of light, her lunar markings blazing like stars across the battlefield. Ancient. Terrifying. Royal. The hunters froze not in fear, in recognition, and across the clearing, very wolf dropped fully to their knees because they understood now, the woman Kaelen once rejected, was never meant to become a Luna. She was born to become something far greater. A ruler powerful enough to reshape the entire werewolf world.