Novel & Cerita My Fated Alpha: Rejected And Reclaimed

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.

“She made her choice.” The crack of wood splintering echoed through the hall as Darius slammed his fist against the table, his rage barely contained. “No,” he growled. His eyes flickered with golden fury, his wolf dangerously close to the surface. “She is my daughter. She is not a rogue.” Cedric’s wolf flinched under the weight of the Alpha’s presence, but he refused to back down. “Then why did she run Alpha?” he countered. “Why would the future Alpha of this pack abandon her own people for a rogue?”

Alexia’s hands trembled when she reached out to my hand, shaking her head at me with her lips quivering in fear. “It’s okay...” she said, her voice dropping into a helpless whisper. Although it was meant to assure me but her words rang in my ears like an appeal, a desperate request for help. “Surrender my mate or this land will turn into ash in just a day,” Alister Kai, the Alpha of the Chasma pack, warned in a low, terrifying voice, which gave me quite a fright but I remained to be in composure like I should. “Alexia Volkov, fated Luna of the Chasma pack, you must accept your fate as I did mine. The rest of your life will be spent on the Chasma and from there, your loyalty and full service

“I want her taken. Quietly. No blood spilled in the packlands. No witnesses.” The tall one tilted his head. “Taken where?” I smiled. “Far.” Silence stretched. The fire cracked. One of them shifted, uneasy. “Kidnapping an Alpha’s mate is a death sentence.” “She is not their mate,” I snapped, the edge slipping into my voice before I could stop it. I inhaled, steadying myself. “Not truly. The bond is flawed. Twisted. I intend to correct it.” “And after she’s taken?” the woman asked. “What then?”

“In front of everyone who mattered. You called me weak. You told the entire pack I was not worth the bond. And now you want to know whether I like the Alpha who asked me to dance.” His mouth tightened. “That is not fair.” “It is exactly fair. You do not get to reject someone and then demand an accounting of who speaks to her afterward. You forfeited the right to ask that question the night you decided I was not enough.” He stared at me. I watched the realization move through him in stages: first the defensive urge to argue, then the recognition that there was no clean argument left, then something closer to panic under the surface. He had expected anger. Anger would have given him something

To all of my amazing readers, I want to send out my deepest gratitude for all of your support with not only “Fated to the Alpha’s – Chased by Chaos” but also the rest of the books within the Fated Universe. The beginning of “Fated Rejection – Fated Claim” had been a brief brush stroke that continued until something much bigger evolved. Each new character, each new journey, and each new struggle painted even more depth.

“Zaya, was it? From Crescent Moon Pack. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Zaya’s grip on her fork tightened. The sharp mockery in her tone let her know exactly what she meant by that. “A cursed lycan,” she chuckled. “If King Darius wants to bring home a cheap whore as his bride, he should at least pick one with a decent background.” Zaya’s shoulders stiffened as she gripped the fabric of her gown firmly. But she wasn’t going to let this woman talk down to her. “If the king is making me his bride, then I must not be so cheap after all, Lady Elena.” Zaya retorted.

My hands shook, and my wolf howled in protest, but my voice came out cold and final. “I reject you.” Her eyes widened. “What…?” “I reject you, Zara Alexandria Mooncrest. As a mate. As bond. As anything.” Her breath hitched like I’d just crushed her chest. She choked on the words, shaking her head. “No… you can’t…” Her pain ripped through me, gnawing at my insides. Rejection wasn’t just words, it was tearing out half of your soul. And I felt it too, every ounce of her agony mirrored in me.

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.”