Rejected But Claimed By Her Four Alphas Novels & Stories

Just yesterday, she had been his mate, and today, three Alphas claimed her as theirs. What bewildered Alexander even more was their complete lack of disdain for Freya's omega status. The realization left him uneasy, as he couldn't help but recall how he had treated her throughout the years.

"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."

She seems like she’s about to be sick. “One thing you should know about me, little mate,” the alpha says in a dangerously low voice, dragging my attention back to him, “is that I am only ever serious. You belong to me and you are my fated mate. The Crescent Mother wills it.” The glimmer of anxiety that had gripped me a moment ago vanishes, replaced with more searing-hot anger. “I don’t belong to anyone,” I spit back at him. “Especially not a wolf who came here uninvited and raised his own hands to my mother!”

The bond stretched between them, raw and blazing, and then recoiled violently. Tyler’s jaw tightened. His expression didn’t soften. It hardened. Rejection slammed into Lyra through the bond, sharp enough to steal her breath. She cried out, clutching her chest as pain lanced through her nerves. The wolves around them went still, shock rippling through the clearing. An alpha rejecting the bond the moment it formed was unheard of. “She’s an omega,” someone muttered. “A stray.” Lyra forced herself to stand, legs shaking beneath her. The ache in her chest burned, but she kept her chin up. Begging never saved her. She learned that lesson the night her first pack cast her out.

His eyes grew in shock and disbelief and I nodded. “Yes, he'll take over.” “Don't brag nonsense yet, she might be a girl and that would be the end of the road.” He spat out and this time, my mum chose to answer that instead “Then, she would be an Alpha. We have three different female Alphas in other packs, they wouldn't hesitate to accept her as one of theirs so It's still good. Do your worst but leave already, you've caused enough damage.” He couldn't say a word, he felt ganged against and he slammed the wall before leaving.

He stood out in the crowd with his chiseled features framed by black hair. The lady on the podium continued, "Ryan Taylor, the Alpha prince, will now take the stage." I was suprised was there another Ryan? It wasn't him right? The realization hit me like a lightning bolt. He was not only my mate but also the Alpha prince. My eyes widened in resentment as I heard those words, "A-l-p-h-a." The words 'Alpha' and 'Alpha prince' reverberated in my mind, and my heart raced in response.

I steel myself to tell her the last secret that I’ve been keeping. “The reincarnation of the Holy Alpha Queen must be found,” I repeat what the prophet said as I watched her, “only with her can we defeat the Dark Alpha King once and for all.”

Tension spread across the hall, Alpha Magnus stepped forward. “Alpha Zayden, the matter has already been settled between mates.” Zayden’s expression remained cold. Tears blurred my vision while the crowd whispered again all around me. “She accepted the rejection.” “How embarrassing.” “A rejected omega.” Calista wrapped herself around his arm possessively before looking down at me with victory shining in her eyes. “You should be grateful,” she said,low enough for only nearby wolves to hear. “At least he rejected you quickly instead of pretending someone like you was worthy of being Luna.”

The howl did not fade. It changed. What began as ambition twisted into something heavier—thick with authority that had no right to exist. The sound dragged across the land, bending lesser calls beneath it, forcing silence in its wake. Ronan’s shoulders tightened. “That’s not a normal Alpha.” “No,” Kaelith agreed grimly. “That’s a Claimant.” The word felt wrong in my mouth, sharp and unfinished. Ashael’s gaze fixed on the eastern ridge. “The shard has chosen quickly.”

She was simply watching me, steady and sure, like she was waiting for me to hear what I already knew. “You fought to bring him back,” she reminded me. “You walked into this mansion again. You faced them all. And now because they whispered behind a door you want to run?” I shook my head. “I know how this ends. I’ve lived it.” She stepped closer, her voice low. “You’re not that girl anymore. You’re not their maid. You’re not afraid. And you don’t need their permission to stay. You are the mother of their future Alpha, whether they like it or not.”