Novel & Cerita Rejected But Claimed By Her Four Alphas

The Alpha did not move. “Leave,” he replied. Simple. Final. The man’s eyes flickered briefly to Aria. Then back to him. “She doesn’t belong to you.” The words settled cold in Aria’s chest. Belong. Again. Her fingers curled tighter. “I don’t belong to anyone,” she said. No one answered her. The Alpha took one slow step forward. The movement was enough. The air changed. Heavier. Sharper. More dangerous. “You shouldn’t have touched her,” he said.

"You don't have to..." He shook her off. His eyes met mine again and something flickered there. Pain? Regret? But it was gone so fast I might have imagined it. Then his face became a mask. Cold. Emotionless. The face of an Alpha about to make a hard decision. "I, Damon Blackwood, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack..." His voice rang out clear and strong across the silent ballroom. No. Please no. "...reject you, Aurora Sinclair, as my mate and future Luna."

designed to amplify influence and suppress resistance. I hated it already. “You will submit,” the instructor said calmly. “To any wolf of higher rank who approaches you.” A murmur rippled through the room. I swallowed. “And if I don’t?” the words rushed out of me before I could stop it. He looked at me like I was something foolish that needed correcting. “Then you’ll be forced.” I bit hard on my lowest lip. My eyes caught the five powerful Blackfang Alphas. Zandro’s eyes met mine with a devilish smile.

Cassius Ironclaw, the soon-to-be alpha of our pack, was my mate, and he was coming in my direction. As he got to where I was standing, he scoffed and spoke. “I, Cassius Ironclaw, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Wolfsong dominion pack, reject you, Selene Orion, as my mate and future Luna of this pack,” he finished and turned away immediately without hearing if I would accept or decline his rejection. But who am I to even decline the beta’s rejection? I’m a fucking nobody to do that.

’ I whisper mentally as I throw the door of the room as soon as we entered. All longing, desire and lust consumes us to the point that our clothes are torn only to be skin to skin, this being the canvas that we will mark until we are satiated, because the rejected and pregnant woman of the alpha, will now be his only owner and he, my only owner. Six little ones, five million mistakes, four fears, three years together, two stories and one body. Because from now on, we will be one. The end.

She didn't finish when I hugged her, exhilarated. The person she just described fits the description of Alpha Caroline, but one thing she is wrong about is her being weak. If she was a slave in the past, she's now an alpha, a strong one at that. I want to know more about her and how she became an alpha, and I want her back. I will apologize for rejecting her. Fuck, will she forgive me after I rejected her a second time yesterday? “What about her mates?” Thorne inquires grumpily, and I reply.

The world held its breath. Kael’s eyes met mine. For a moment,just a moment,I thought I saw something there. Hesitation,my heart skipped. Then he spoke. Cold. Clear. Final. “I, Alpha Kael… reject you.” Silence. It didn’t feel real. The words echoed in my head, over and over again, like something distant and distorted. Reject you. Reject you. Reject you. A sharp, burning pain tore through my chest, stealing the air from my lungs as my knees threatened to give way beneath me.

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.

Each letter arrived on roughly the same day, written in the direct, economical hand she'd developed through months of practice, and told me exactly what she had found and what she had done and what she thought about both. The first letter came from the southernmost of the six contested territories. The pack here is small — maybe forty wolves. The Alpha is a woman named Cressida who received our original letter and never wrote back. I didn't try to see her first. I spent two days just being visible in the ordinary spaces. Market, common hall, the kind of places where people assess you before they decide whether to talk to you.

“You promised to protect her, to keep her safe. But instead you tried to kill her.” The Alpha’s eyes darted to me and my mates, then back to the witch. “I-I didn’t mean to,” he stammered. “I was desperate, I didn’t know what else to do. Besides, I was never going to hurt her. It was never my intention to hurt anyone. I-I was just trying to get her back and stop her from leaving because she belongs to the Pack. I-I mean we cherish her here and… umm, I hope you don’t misunderstand the situation right now,” the Alpha said, his voice cracking as he stuttered and his eyes looked unfocused.