Novel & Cerita My Fated Alpha: Rejected And Reclaimed

The way his gaze had lingered—like he saw something no one else did. Her chest tightened, her breath catching in her throat. She was a rejected Omega. He was the Alpha King. Their worlds could never meet. And yet, for the first time in years, the chains of her rejection trembled—just slightly, just faintly—like fate had begun to stir.

“I… I thought that since I was the future Alpha, I could do whatever I wanted and that everyone would just fall in love but… she rejected me. She’d rather raise our child alone than have a father like me… and how could I blame her? I… thank you, Charlotte.” He gave me a sad but determined look. “A future Alpha has to protect those under him. I may have lost Jessica but I can still try to be a better Alpha… a better man. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to see my child but if I don’t… I only have myself to blame. But I will do my best to be someone worthy of the title of Alpha, someone like you, Charlotte. I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you.” I smiled, actually a little happy to see he’

Zach didn’t sound happy as well. But he ignored them. “Omegas don’t reject Alphas, it’s usually the other way round, so let me give you what you want. I, Baron Salvatore, son of Alpha David Salvatore, hereby reject you, Scarlett Melton, as my…” The rest of his words were cut off by a punch to his face. I raised my head to see it was Trenton, the cold, aloof guy. “Stop being a dumbass and get your emotions in check.”

' The Beta pulled him out of the trance he had fallen into and he dropped to his knees, burying his face into his hands ["WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!"] Rafa rolled from within. ["I killed our Mate, it's what I've done."] 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 for a Mate, that is fate, My Beta."

The word sliced deeper than the bond’s agony. I searched his face desperately, looking for doubt, for regret, anything. There was nothing. Only iron resolve and something darker beneath it, something he refused to acknowledge. The elders exchanged uneasy glances, but none stepped forward to challenge him. Alpha law was absolute. The rejection was final. The pain subsided slowly, leaving behind a hollow ache so vast it stole my breath. I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking, my world reduced to fragments. I had been claimed. And then discarded.

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.”

Judging by the frequency of visitors, the odds didn’t fall in my favour. I yanked the paper from his hand, angry with the inKelly of the system. "They don't even like our clan. We all know it! I hate that we have to play by their rules.” My father frowned at my outburst. "It is the way of the alpha, and our pack needs you to lead. Without training your magic, you won’t be ready to take over when I die.” I scowled, knowing the other option. Those who refused the summons to Alpha Islet were convicted to life sentence, traitors to their alpha heir blood and pack. One hundred per cent not going to happen.

He was my fated mate. For an omega like me, being chosen by the Alpha was a miracle. I had spent my life cleaning floors and staying quiet. I thought the Moon had finally seen my suffering. I thought I was finally going home. Then, Draven stepped away from me. The heat of the bond, which had been humming through my veins, suddenly turned into ice. He didn’t look at me with love. He looked at me like I was dirt on his expensive boots. "I, Draven Blackmoor, Alpha of the Blackmoor Pack, reject you," he said. His voice was loud and cold. It echoed off the mountain walls. "I reject Nyxara Vale as my mate and my Luna."

Maltida had said, her tone smooth, filled with command, like she believed she held the world in her palm. “Never,” I had growled, fighting against the ropes biting into my wrists. “I am the future Alpha of Packland. I don’t answer to outsiders.” Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes sharp with cruel amusement. “Future Alpha? Birthright never belonged to you, boy. The rightful owner will seize it, soon. Just like the rightful mate of Agatha will claim her.” My blood boiled then, hotter than fire. “Agatha is mine,” I spat, my chest heaving with anger. “Fenrik is not her mate. He never was. Packland belongs to me, no matter what games you play.”

Alpha Zack I take a step back as the rejection words come from my angel’s mouth. I stare in shock, as I hear the gasps around us consume the room. Nobody would have expected an Alpha to be rejected. Particularly the Alpha of the largest Pack in the alliance. I look at her, a coldness coming over me, “I refuse your rejection, Kristine,” I replied, and the moment is shattered.