Romans & histoires Rejected And Reborn As Alpha

And when he spoke again, his voice wasn’t just serious. It was grim. “The war you fought?” he said. “It wasn’t meant to be won. It was meant to end you.” His silver eyes gleamed in the dim firelight. “Because if you had lived long enough to truly awaken—” He exhaled. “You would have ended them first.” Selene’s breath hitched. Theoden felt his pulse hammer in his veins. The Alpha continued. “They didn’t just kill you. They didn’t just erase you.” His voice was haunted. “They bound you. They sealed away what you were. And when you were reborn, you were made weak. Human.”

My mate, Alpha Larry, marked my best friend, Chloe, betrayed me, and killed me and our unborn pup with a silver dagger. Reborn on the day I was meant to choose my mate, I chose Larry's younger brother, Derek—an outcast in a wheelchair, with a wolf they said was broken. The first thing I did after my rebirth was march into the Blackwood Alpha's office and declare my choice. With the decision made, I walked out of his office. But the moment I stepped out the door, my path was blocked.

“He’s our Alpha, leading us to reclaim the lives we deserve. I’m his mate and Luna. Do you remember what happened to you?” A sharp pain stabbed through Jackie’s head as she tried to access her memories. “Don’t worry, dearest,” the blonde continued. “Rebirth is exhausting. But you’ll be back to yourself soon.” “Rebirth?” Jackie muttered, trying to sit up. But dizziness overwhelmed her, and she fell back onto the cot. “Yes. You were the daughter of the Royal Pack’s Beta—beautiful and beloved. You were waiting for your fated mate, and because you rejected the Alpha Prince’s advances, he forced himself on you.”

But her heart still clung to a father who had no idea she’d already died once… without him even knowing. “I…” she began, torn in two. Lucien’s voice brushed her mind again — intimate, unbreakable: “I will not let them hurt you again… little wolf.” Her pulse stuttered. But before she could speak — the runes under her feet sparked violently. A gust of freezing air swept the grounds. The flames of every lantern shuddered. A disembodied whisper slithered across the courtyard: “Reborn…” Aurelia’s bones iced over. Lucien snarled — eyes blazing.

Pain. It was no superficial ache, but a torment that lanced through her veins, straight into the very core of her skull. Even breathing was a cruel luxury; every inhale felt like swallowing a mouthful of shattered glass. The bones of her left wrist jutted at a grotesque, broken angle—crushed half an hour prior by the strongest Alpha on the continent, Kaelen, the Black Rock Wolf King. “How tragic, my dearest sister.” The crunch of leather boots on fractured ice stopped right in front of her.

My mind went to the reason I'm here. James. Alpha James. The alpha of the Blue Moon pack. My ex-mate. When I turned 18, I was excited to find my mate. I knew he was in the same pack I was; I could feel it. The day I found out James was my mate, I was ecstatic; James wasn't. He didn't like the idea of being mated to a weak omega. His eyes regarded me with distaste as I remembered the exact words he said when he rejected me: “I, James, alpha of Blue Moon pack, reject you as my mate and Luna." I remember falling to the floor as the pain held me in a chokehold. He didn't look like he was in any pain; if he was, he masked it well. As if rejecting me wasn't enough, he ordered his beta to seize me

He saw how he had thrown my body into a ravine to rot after exploiting my entire family to secure his position as Alpha. ​"W-What is this...?" Vance shrieked hysterically, shaking his head violently as if trying to rip a ghost out of his skull. "No... this never happened! Who the hell are you?!" ​"I am the Thalia you murdered in the dark, Vance," I whispered directly into his ear, my voice dripping with a vengeful satisfaction so profound it pulled a silent tear from the corner of my eye. I wasn't crying from sadness; I was crying because the suffocating weight I had carried alone since being reborn was finally lifted tonight.

The stinging pain on my cheek burned with pure humiliation. Tears welled in my eyes, but I kept my head held high. I was the daughter of Central City's Alpha, who also served as the Werewolf Chairman. Elegance and decorum were expected of me. If I caused a scene at my own birthday party, I would become the laughingstock of the entire city. Nestled in Kaelen's arms, Lily shot me another provocative glance. Kaelen looked at my swelling cheek, his outstretched hand trembling.

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.

That's when I realized: I was never his only mate. I buried those memories and said evenly, "Blake, I'm not making assumptions about your relationship." "Relax. I know Catherine's young. She was just playing a joke. I'm not angry. I'm just tired." Surprise flickered across Blake's face. I didn't look at him again. I turned and walked toward the apartment on the west side of the pack grounds. After I died in my past life, my soul drifted above my body. That was when I learned the truth: I was the Alpha King's only daughter. A curse had sealed my scent and my abilities since childhood.