My Fated Alpha: Rejected And Reclaimed Novels & Stories

TESSA Less than twenty-four hours ago, my entire life went to complete shit, and now the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the realm is in the next room deciding whether or not I’ll live to see tomorrow. This all started with an unfortunate accident. My brother killed one of the members of his pack. It’d been a moment of chaos and bad timing and goddess knows what else — but dead is dead, and Kaz Ryker doesn’t care about intentions when one of his own stops breathing.

“You, Laurel Moon. You have done just that. You broke the curse with love, you ended the cycle with your sacrifice. And for that, I would like to give you a little reward.” I cock my head in confusion and frown. “A reward?” “Yes. Would you like to reclaim your fated alpha?” I blink. She is giving me a second chance at life! My heart skips at her offer but I am suddenly anxious, “Will I get to see you again after that Goddess?” She laughs with a twinkle in her eye, “Of course my child. Of course.” I bow my head low and deep gratitude fills my heart. “Yes, Moon Goddess. I would love to reclaim my fated alpha.”

“That won't be a problem.” Really? “Several Alphas have married for duty rather than choice or destiny. Some others have chosen mates for themselves because they didn't like their fated mates or they had been with these chosen mates before the arrival of their fated mates.” I had a clue what he was saying. My mother used to tell me that her best friend rejected her fated mate for a chosen mate back when she was younger. Eventually, the woman and her husband were killed by the fated mate who couldn't bear to live without her.

The air hung heavy with Kaelor’s scent—damp wood and fresh rain—beneath which lay a deeper note that stirred his animal instincts, leaving him trembling and restless. “I’m staying away,” Ashryn declared, though he found himself inching closer despite his resolve. Not letting you turn me into— “Use me?” Kaelor’s laugh was bitter. “Is that what you think this is?” “What else could it be?” Ashryn met his eyes, refusing to look away despite the pain it caused. “You’re the Alpha. I’m nothing—weak, unable to shift properly. So what do you gain by claiming a broken omega, except—”

It's always been there for two years, a quiet thread tying me to him even though I rejected him six years ago. Coren rejecting my rejection kept me tied to this pack as much as all their judgment did. But this pack never deserved me. Coren never deserved me. I meet his eyes and speak clearly, "I Destiny Silver, Luna of the Silvercrest pack, reject you Coren Silver, as my Alpha and fated mate.”

Faye's Pov Our pack is struggling and what better way to save it than a marriage alliance. The Alpha's daughter is married off to another Alpha in hopes of building ties. The daughter, in this case, is me. I remember when my father told me about the marriage alliance. I screamed in his face and slammed the door. I hated him for trying to marry me off to a man I didn't know. I swore at him for trying to enslave me to a powerful pack in the name of marriage but that was until I realized who I was getting married to — Alpha Damon of the Crescent Moon Pack. The man who saved my life 5 years ago.

Close enough for me to see what his impressions are. “I cannot reject you!” He blurted out. “Like I said, the mate bond is different for Alpha's. When an alpha feels a deep connection with his said mate. Their souls are tied through an imprint. It is uncontrollable, we cannot choose whom we imprint on. Finding your mate is just the first step, imprinting takes time, for some years. Others, like us, the minute we find out. When an imprint is done on your mate, there isn't any going back. I can't just flip the switch. I cannot reject you.” “Mates reject each other. It is normal.”

“Because she’s not just anyone. Her blood is older than any Alpha’s reign. Older than the mate bond that ties her to him. And there are those who would kill to taste it.” His hand drifted toward the bottle, but he didn’t drink. Ayla. His Ayla. The woman he was going to marry. She had returned changed—stronger, more distant, cloaked in something wild. Something ancient. And worst of all… she was claimed by him. Maybe helping Sera would make Ayla see what she’d thrown away. Maybe betrayal was the only thing he had left. Maybe. Just Maybe. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“You’ve tasted defeat. You’ve drowned in it. But I ask you now... is that how you want your story to end?” My mouth opened, but no words came out. She stepped closer, and I could feel warmth radiating from her. It wasn’t heat. It was life. Pure and divine almost.. “You were chosen once,” she continued, “not just as an Alpha, but as something greater. And yet, here you are. Lost. Silent. Without will nor purpose.” “I—” My voice caught, hoarse and trembling. “I failed them. I failed her.” She tilted her head, as if amused. “And do you plan to do nothing about it?”

Kai snarls, pacing angrily. “I’m sure there’s an explanation for this,” Elder Mussa says. “I don’t care! I don’t need an explanation, and I have no time for this!” Phill snaps hotly. I fucking hate being around this angry shit, there’s just no way we are fated to the same woman. “You!” His glare locks on the cowering girl. “I, Alpha Phil of the Wildermont Pack, reject you, Hyera, as my fated mate.” ~Hyera’s POV~