Rejected But Trapped By The Alpha King Novels & Stories

“You will have a kingdom worth inheriting. And a father who never lets go.” He sat back, the faintest trace of a smile touching his lips. Outside, the dawn crept slowly across the horizon, the storm’s edge retreating into light. Inside, the Alpha King of Obsidian Ridge watched his sleeping mate and vowed silently that no power—witch, wolf, prophecy, or fate—would ever take her or their children from him.

He was the one who had just been rejected. “You will regret rejecting me, Allene,” he continued viciously. “I am an Alpha. Alpha blood runs in my veins. When my refusal to accept your rejection begins to bite at you, you will crawl back to me. You will kneel at my feet and beg me to take you back.” Jessica Sanders didn’t look pleased by his words. For years, they had waited for the day I would finally be fed up and leave. But now that I had finally rejected him, he refused to accept it. It baffled me, just as much as it baffled her.

The moment the bond snapped into place… it shattered. A gasp tore from my throat, sharp and broken, as if something inside me had been ripped out with cruel hands. My knees buckled beneath me, but I refused to fall—not here, not in front of everyone. Not in front of him. “I, Alpha Kael, reject you.” The words echoed through the ceremonial grounds like a death sentence. For a second, I didn’t understand them. They didn’t make sense.

A flicker of something crossed his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by that same cold mask. "Some things are more important than personal feelings, Tricia." A vise tightened around my chest. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. "I'll appeal to the Werewolf Alliance," I forced myself to stand tall. "I will prove my father's innocence." Instantly, a crushing wave of his Alpha’s command slammed into me. The air grew thick, heavy. My knees went weak, and it became hard to breathe. It was an Alpha's command, an authority no wolf could defy.

“You don’t smell like a wolf. You don’t even belong in this world.” A cruel smile ghosted his lips. “The Moon Goddess must be mocking me.” The air shifted. The wolves around them stiffened. A rejection was coming Aria could feel it. Like the moment before a storm breaks. “I, Alpha Kael of the Northern Territories,” he said, voice rising, “reject you as my mate.” The words struck her like claws to the chest. She gasped, the breath ripped from her lungs. Something cracked inside her. Not her heart something deeper.

she asked. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because when he fell, he didn’t whimper. He didn’t beg. He gritted his teeth, jammed his shoulder back into place, and stood. “I said again,” he croaked. My warriors watched in stunned silence. “Why?” I said finally. “Why this? Why now?” “Because I saw what I became without you,” Alpha Tristan said, eyes never leaving mine. “A monster wearing a crown. And I’d rather be a pawn in your army than king of my own ruin.”

he stated firmly, leaving no room for discussion. I clenched my hands tightly, feeling my nails digging into my palms. Summoning all my courage, I protested, "The Alpha is a savage creature known for his brutal nature! I've heard he has killed numerous werewolves in his Pack! Why should I be forced to marry him?" I refused to accept my fate and desperately clung to my father's pants, begging for mercy. "Father, please! I'll do anything! Just don't let that merciless Alpha King have me! I'm not ready to die yet! Please!"

he replied, looking at me in anger "For the second time." In an instant, the bond that had once held them together was torn and ripped off by his rejection. This time it was real. I felt it. It wasn't like all the other rejections where he would mark me again. My wolf screamed in pain as I felt them cut off. "You’re weak," he continued, standing over her. "And weak wolves have no place in my pack." "Throw her into the dungeon," Alice said, her voice filled with malice. "Let her rot there."

And without her, my rejection has no teeth. Still, the hall inhales as one. Gasps. Shock. Horror. My father roars, fury ripping through the hall. “What did you just do, you foolish, ungrateful girl? You have committed a mortal sin! You deserve death! This is an abomination!” Kei doesn’t look at him. He looks at me. And then, calm as a blade sliding free— “I, Alpha Kei,” he says, his voice iron and unyielding, “reject your rejection. And it will be over my dead body before I ever let you—or the throne—go.”

He is the only White wolf, a blessing of Moon goddess and was named the Great Alpha Alistair Vane but a full moon night changed his fate and stripped him away from the title. Now he is just Alistair Vane, the king of Lycanor Kingdom, an abomination of his pack. Even so, compared to the other wolves, every emotion heightens within him on full moon, including the need but no matter how much sex he had with Maeve, he cannot be satiated because she is not his mate. He gave a look at the sleeping woman beside him and sat up, feeling the restlessness grow inside him and got down the bed, walking towards the window.