Rejected And Claimed By The Alpha Beast Novels & Stories

I was crawling around looking for something to help stop my bleeding. “And before I forget, I, Leon Usborn, Alpha of the FrostBane pack. Reject you as my mate. You will remain here as a slave to me and me alone.” My entire body was in pain from the rejection, I could feel Lia cry out in pain. I couldn't move nor could I run. I just sat there and cried. “Father help me.”

"I have already accepted you as my Alpha, Wesly. Are you sure you want me in your head?" "I very much want you in my head," I assured her. "Do you know how it works?" She nodded her head that she did. I momentarily took the cup from her hand and set the tray beside me on the bed. I extended a claw and sliced it across my palm. I guided my hand toward her face. She accepts my blood into her mouth. Repeat after me, I told her. "I, Annabella Collins, accept you, Wesly Harris, as my Alpha. I ask for acceptance into your pack."

“My intention is that everything will turn out well for everyone. That's why I have to find my father first instead of wasting my time with this. So, go take care of your leader and tell him that I don't want to fight with him, but, I won't stand idly by if he hurts mine either. “I'm not your messenger. “Then don't tell him, but, if he makes a mistake by not knowing my warning, I will make life impossible for each of you. Now, get out of here, I can't waste any more time looking for my father.” I say angrily. The wolves are leaving, because they know they don't have the slightest chance of beating me, because they are all betas or omegas and I am an alpha, who has become stronger. But, that

Someone finally wanted us and did not consider rejecting us,’ Trisha muttered. Clenching my fist, I answered my wolf, ‘Do I have to say that I was thankful to him for not rejecting us? Don't you think the end game of this is just another rejection? If it's the same ending, I would rather want this to end right now. The alpha is toying with our emotions. There is no way he would accept us. He will only make us his plaything.’ I folded my arms in front of my chest and returned the same intensity of gaze to him.

My wolf howled inside my chest, demanding I chase her, pull her by the hair and sink my fangs onto her neck until I marked her, whether she begged or bled. But she was gone. And the eyes of the pack still lingered on me. My ears whined, almost spreading out. I could hear their soft mummers in the hall. “The Alpha was rejected.“ I loathed the shame that burned in my throat. I swallowed, still fisting. “What does it mean for us? For the Hale's?“ The other person had mentioned in a cracking voice. I clasped my hands. The Hale's? Yes, their daughter has defiled my claim. I should punish them.

"And what of my former mate? Alexander? Was that fate's mistake?" The name triggered a fresh wave of rage, images of the Silver Lake Beta flashing through my mind. Ares snarled. ‘He rejected what was precious.’ "He rejected you," I said flatly. "His mistake. My gain." Something flickered behind her eyes—pain that had nothing to do with her physical injuries. "So I'm just passed from one wolf to another, with no say in the matter." "You're the mate of the Alpha King now," I replied, allowing a hint of growl to enter my voice. "A considerable improvement, I would think."

Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?” Only then did I feel him freeze. Then slowly, he lifted his head. “I don’t have one.” A smirk crept onto my lips at my victory, at least he should let me go now. “Don’t kill those girls… and I will give you one.” His eyes widened just slightly. “Really?” I nodded and this terrifying, bloodthirsty Alpha finally smiled. A real smile. “Consider it done,” he said. “Tell your Beta now, before I choose a name for you.”

"You're tainted! You're not allowed here! The Alpha rejected you! You’re dead! You’re supposed to be dead!" I looked at him. I didn't feel anger. I didn't feel the need to scream. I felt a cold, deep pity. He was still playing by the old rules. He still thought the gate mattered. "The Alpha rejected a girl," I said, my voice quiet but carrying to the very back of the crowd. "But the girl didn't die. She just stopped being small." Hakan lunged forward with his spear, the silver tip aimed at my heart. It was a pathetic, desperate move.

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.

“You really love him.” “Yes,” I breathed, my chest heaving. “I do.” He nodded once, curt, as though bracing himself. “Then… I, Alpha Scott of the Golden Moon Pack, reject…” “No!” I cut him off, shoving at him harder, my tears burning hot trails down my face. “You’re really pathetic. You just want to be the one to reject me.” His mouth twisted, and he gave a bitter, humorless laugh. “That’s the only way it will work.”