Pregnant And Rejected: The Alpha's Mute Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

I held the blanket to my chest as I fought back my tears at his harsh words, and he stood from the edge of the bed. “I, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita, reject you, wolf huntress Valerie Morozov, as my mate and Luna.” He said, glaring at me, not even blinking as he said it before he turned to the door. My chest burned, and I knew that he didn’t expect me to accept the rejection as easily, but I wasn’t going to allow him to walk out victorious. “Alessandro.” I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did.

His wolf wanted her, called to her, but the man—the Alpha—was resisting. “I can’t,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I reject you, Zara Grey, as my mate.” The words settled like a weight in the pit of her stomach. A dull ache spread through her chest, the familiar sting of a rejected bond. But she didn’t flinch. She didn’t beg. She didn’t even cry. Instead, she exhaled slowly and met his gaze with cold, unreadable eyes. “I accept your rejection.”

“Whatever you think you just felt, forget it. I am three days from becoming Alpha of this pack. I will not have an omega as a mate. I will not have you.” The words landed like stones in still water. “The bond is not real,” he said. “I reject it. I reject you, Elena Voss. Completely and permanently.” The pain came without warning. It started in my chest and spread to every nerve ending I had. My knees buckled. I caught the pot before it fell, but I could not catch myself. I gripped the courtyard wall with one hand and breathed through it, breathed through the tearing sensation of something being ripped from the center of me.

Thankfully the Alpha didn't seem to notice anything and kept talking about trading routes and supply chains and all I could do was nod I couldn't risk answering him. My breath got heavier and I was sweating When he finally finished talking, he stood up. "I'll leave you two love birds to it. See you later, Alpha." The moment the door clicked shut, I grabbed her, lifting her onto the desk. "Oh, you've been a really bad bad girl and I'm about to punish you," I growled against her neck. “Oh yeah Alpha and how do you plan on doing so” she says with a mischievous glint in her eyes

After he moves away I turn on my heel and stomp around the corner to where Aiden and Donavon wait. “Well I hope you two are pleased with yourself.” I remark derisively, staring down the Betas. “What?” They exchange nervous glances, “You can’t mean to blame us for this! It’s the pregnancy.” “Your Alpha’s mate is struggling through a high-risk pregnancy while keeping herself and her daughter hidden from a homicidal maniac, at the same time as she’s starting a new business and serving as the symbolic head of the pack while her mate is off Goddess only knows where fighting off assassins, and you think it’s a good idea to stress her out further by picking arguments and hiding information from her

He commanded in his Alpha voice. There was a bit of regret in his eyes as he turned around to leave the room. Sadly, I took a quick step forward. “Why do you not want me?” I queried. He froze, turning back to face me with confusion in his eyes. “Okay… That is not supposed to happen” he mumbled. I sighed. “I am a Half-breed, Alpha Kael. The Alpha voice does not work on me.” I announced to his surprise. I guess he hadn't figured that one out yet. As much as it hurt, I wasn’t surprised that he was rejecting me. I always knew that if the day came, my mate would reject me. Which sane Alpha would take a weak Half-breed as mate? **

One by one, each Alpha rose and knelt. Each kissed my hand. Each gave their name and their title. Fifteen Alphas. It was overwhelming— The rush of emotions. The power beneath my skin. Through the bond, I could feel it all. Their thoughts. Their doubts. Some accepted it—grudgingly. And some… some were just in awe, confused but captivated. God… was this what it felt like to be an Alpha of a Pack? Absolutely. Here's the same scene, but reimagined in a different style—more lyrical and haunting, with a gothic undertone and a steady, cinematic pace that builds tension and atmosphere:

“I wonder who is here.” As she entered the room she saw her brother. Looking from one to the other, a strange feeling of dread came over her. Drew lifted his hand to her. “Melody, come here.” Hesitantly she walked closer to him, not taking his hand. “I need you to accept my rejection.” He said it as if she was nothing. “You said you wanted me. You made love to me and told me I was your mate forever.” “I do want you. You are the only one that can carry my heir. Alphas very rarely get anyone other than their mate pregnant. Even chosen mates have a hard time conceiving a child.”

I shouted, but the darkness consumed me once more. After another period of unconsciousness, I awoke again in bed, my head pounding. Vivid flashes assaulted my mind—scenes of devastation and horror. I saw the Alpha, cradling his pregnant mate, begging Ruth for mercy, only to witness the brutality that followed. Ruth’s long nails pierced the Alpha’s mate, pulling out the child and discarding the lifeless bodies to the ground. The Alpha, utterly defeated, wept in despair, kneeling before Ruth. I was horrified to see her kick his head away as if it were nothing.

He seemed like a much better Alpha candidate than my father. But if Gray became the Alpha, my father would be in a very awkward position. Everyone would gossip about why grandpa skipped him and picked Gray. There would be rumors, bad rumors. They didn’t reach a conclusion when I married off. Half a year later after I married Nigel, I finally heard news from Ever Moon Pack that Gray became the Alpha. So I could see why my stepmom Connie’s dislike towards Gray became stronger. She believed that Gray humiliated her husband. And that was her voice saying that Gray shouldn’t have taken me home.