My Fated Alpha: Rejected And Reclaimed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Hey Em," Bryson whispered, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Yeah?" I murmured. His eyes fluttered down, gazing at my lips. "What would you think of me if I reject my fated one for the one who had my heart for years?" His question made my brain freeze. Where did this even come from? An alpha rejecting his fated mate never ends up well. They were fated for a reason and rejecting their luna in more than one cases causes the pack to lose their strength.

"A mate that has been rejected by one alpha cannot be claimed by another. It is forbidden." Elder Michael sat still, staring at his fellow elders, he was the one I went to, and we made sure I was able to reclaim Nora, which turned out to be possible. Michael leaned forward, his hands clenched on the table. "I was the one who supported Alpha Horace, he did it because it was the right thing to do. Lenora in question was being cast aside, and it said in the scrolls that any rejected can be reclaimed by anyone." As I listened to their accusations, my eyes narrowed in anger. I had not come here to be berated by these old men. I am the Alpha of this land, and I would not be cowed by their disappro

Very odd. “You look shocked.” I am shocked! I don’t tell him that, I only nod because I still want to hear the rest of her story. “She was pregnant and had a daughter, she said her old alpha had banished her after he made a proposition at her and she rejected it, rejected him. She ran and found herself here.” “Wow,” I say without thinking. Dylan laughs again. “The alpha is not the monster people make him out to be.” he says and I hold back a scoff. Sure he isn't.

He leaned forward as his energy filled the room. I looked up and shook my head…I heard him, but I just needed confirmation. “My Lycan recognizes yours. Your are my mate. That is not a request or a negotiation. It is a fact.” But I still don’t trust him. I kept my face neutral, even as Betty crooned at the declaration. This is exactly what I need to escape. When I ran from the High mountains pack, I intended to start over in a strange land miles from Alpha Lucas and my sister. Start over by myself, with my head low and wait for time to pass before I come out to the bustling world again. But if I stay with this Alpha, as his mate, that will destroy my plans for we are not so far from my pack a

She was not ready to hear it. “I, Gideon Woodbead, the Alpha king of the Shadowcrest pack, reject you, Angela Clampitt as my mate, Luna and wife.” The Alpha deadly tone rang in the air as He snarled, looking down at her. Angela gasped loudly, she felt like a physical blow as she staggered back. She felt like someone plucked her heart out painfully. She let out a cry in agony as sudden hollowness gripped her body after being rejected. She looked into his black pitch eyes glaring at her.

Victor’s eyes flared gold in the dark. “Let him choke on it,” he said, rolling us so I was under him again, slow and deliberate this time. “You’re not his anymore. You’re mine—in every way that matters.” He slid into me gentle, deep, eyes locked on mine. “And I’m never giving you back.” I wrapped my legs around him and took everything he gave—slow, reverent, healing. Outside, the pack howled at the moon. Inside, my alpha claimed me again and again, until the only name I remembered how to say was his.

Tonight, I would honor their unwavering loyalty. "Tonight, I stand before you as your alpha," I declared, my voice carrying the weight of conviction. The crowd grew silent, their eyes fixed upon me. "But I do not stand alone. By my side stands Malik, my chosen mate, the one who has stood by me through thick and thin." A surge of conflicting emotions rippled through the air behind me, but I remained steadfast. I understood the intricacies of pack law and the complexities of our relationships. The transformation had already begun, and there was no turning back.

“The union of an Alpha… and the one Moon has chosen to be his companion. In love. In strength. In will.” There’s a subtle shift in the room. He doesn’t say mate yet. Not immediately. He makes them wait for it. “By the ancient laws that govern our kind, no rank, no council, and no voice may overrule the will of a fated bond… or the claim of an Alpha.” His gaze flicks, just briefly, toward Damon. Then to me. “Though a union as this is… uncommon —they are not forbidden” The word lands like a blade wrapped in silk.

"How much you mean to me?" My breathing became uneven. He slowly pulled away, leaving behind the warmth of his lips on my neck. Then he took my hand and placed it firmly against his chest. "I am Alpha Alaric," he said, never taking his eyes off mine. "The Alpha of Snow Jade Pack. And you," his hand gently tightened around mine. "are my fated mate. Do you truly understand what that means? It means you'll become my Luna... The Luna of Snow Jade Pack." His gaze sharpened.