My Fated Alpha: Rejected And Reclaimed Novels & Stories

Letting his scent envelope me and I begin to calm. "That was so fucking sexy." He whispers. "Really?" I laugh. "You just claimed me in front of everyone here, you warned a female away and let your Alpha voice loose." "My Alpha voice?" I ask. "I just shouted." "You let your wolf take control and your power ran through the air, everyone under your rank had to submit. They couldn't help themselves." Nero cups my jaw and admires me. "There's no mistaking that you're my fated Alpha Bailey." He kisses me deeply, easing my anger even more. "Welcome home."

“Of course she did.” I moved another red marker deeper into Last Growl territory. Soon the Alphas would run out of walls to hide behind. Soon Rebecca would stop fighting the mark. And when she finally came to me willingly… The entire pack would fall with her. The thought made me smile. Very soon now. Very soon.

and “the alpha’s claim.” I clenched my fists, heart hammering. I wasn’t sure what it meant exactly, but I knew I was in deeper than ever. That afternoon, I ran into Ronan, one of Kade’s closest packmates, near the market. He gave me a long, appraising look. “Not many humans survive what you did,” he said quietly. “And even fewer get claimed.” I forced a smile. “I don’t even know what that means.” He shrugged. “It means you’re part of this world now. Whether you like it or not.”

Now it belonged to Rieka. Then I heard the whisper from two maids nearby. “The Alpha is awake,” one said quietly. “He woke up this morning. He is still weak, but breathing on his own.” My breath caught. Alpha Voss—my adoptive father—hadn’t died. He was recovering, slowly. A strange rush of relief hit me, mixed with something sharper. If he lived, the coronation couldn’t happen right away. Tradition required the old Alpha to step down fully, to pass the power willingly. And with him still alive, even barely, Thorn couldn’t claim the title tonight. And if he couldn’t claim the title, he couldn’t make Rieka Luna yet. The thought brought a tiny, guilty spark of hope. I hated myself for feeling i

I enter the cell and pull the chair close to the cot, “I’m Beta Josh.” She sneers, “I know who you are Beta, I just don’t give a fuck or care why you’re here.” I clear my throat, “even if it is to save your fated mate from sure death.” She shrugs, “it was his choice, and he made it.” I arch a brow to her back, “hmm, his choice in doing what?” She doesn’t answer so I move on, “Why Sasha, why would you chance losing your fated over Alpha Christov? He had found his fated, was happy and yet you did some horrible things to try and keep him.”

The scar of this rejection, mine but for the first time, I did not care. Behind me, Papa’s furious voice clashed with the elders, my brothers’ rage breaking through the air like lightning. Somewhere within that storm was Matteo, the Alpha who had chosen to reject me.And in that moment, I made my choice too.If he would not claim me, then I would claim myself.

My chest rose and fell unevenly. I kissed, touched, and wanted her. And the worst best part was that I enjoyed every damned moment of it. I wanted more. I still wanted more. My entire body still throbbed with the memory of her warmth. But how could I, Alpha Dairus of Moonfang Pack, be craving for a cursed girl? The girl I rejected in front of everyone. A girl whose existence should have been beneath my attention? What kind of Alpha behaves like this?

I didn’t trust myself to. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, I slowly turned to face him, lifting my chin. “Thank you,” I said, voice eerily calm. “If that’s truly what you think of me, then I’m glad you rejected me.” His eyes narrowed, confused. “I don’t need an Alpha who sees me as nothing but a weakness,” I continued, the pain in my chest coiled tight, caged. “I don’t need your mark. I don’t need your pity. And I sure as hell don’t need you.”