روايات وقصص ضمن Rejected By The Alpha Chosen By The Moon

His eyes were vacant—dazed. Alpha Roman stared at his son in disbelief. Then his gaze shifted sharply to me. "Who are you? Why didn't the rejection work on you—and why did it bounce back onto him?" he asked, bewildered, stepping away from his shattered desk, suddenly needing support. His question stunned me even more. 'What does this mean? What now?' I asked myself silently. 'Simple,' Thora answered inside me, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. 'It means we outrank him. He doesn't have the right to reject us. The Moon Goddess didn't accept his plea.'

“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.”

“This isn’t about winning or losing, Jessica. This is about survival. Christopher isn’t just the Alpha—he’s the most powerful wolf in this pack. If you push him too far, he won’t hesitate to—” “To what?” I interrupted, my voice rising. “Kill me? Banish me? He’s already made it clear he wants me gone. What more can he do?” My uncle opened his mouth to respond, but the assistant cleared his throat, cutting him off. “The Alpha is waiting,” he said, his tone cold and final. I shot my uncle one last defiant look before turning on my heel and striding toward the office door. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest.

“The Moon Goddess has corrected her mistake.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. “Luna must be strong,” he went on, his voice carrying easily to every corner of the clearing. “Not weak. Not wolfless. Not a burden to her pack.” Each word was a sentence. A condemnation. Something inside me cracked. The Elder hesitated. “Alpha… a rejection at the ceremony—” “I’ve made my decision.” Kael turned back to the crowd, Lyra at his side. “From this night onward,” he declared, “she holds no claim to me—and no claim to the Silverclaw Pack.”

Gerald fired back, getting his courage from the sly devil beneath his feet. The Alpha’s eyes began to glow as he turned to face Gerald fully. “What did you just say?” He asked slowly in a hiss. “She is below the smallest member of our pack and isn't fit to be a pack member not to talk more of being Luna and leading us alongside you!” A blanket of silence fell on the entire court room as the Alpha's eyes glowed even brighter but Gerald continued talking, his face twisted and his lips up in a sneer. “You have to reject her and get married to Ir…”

I hate how obvious it is to the ear, my trembling voice. “Did you think I was going to let the moon goddess tie me and my clan to the fate of a woman who can’t even trace her own history?” “There’s only one way place you can lead my clan to with your pathetic self, and that is to oblivion. But I will not watch my kingdom be buried into ruins just like your father and your mother.” “I, Alpha Kai of the Crescent Pack reject you, June Dore as my mate.”

Lunaria’s breath caught. “Why help me?” she asked. Nyra’s gaze sharpened. “Because if the Moon is choosing again, I want to stand on the right side of history.” Lunaria nodded slowly. “Thank you.” Nyra turned to leave, then paused. “One more thing.” “Yes?” “The Alpha who rejected you?” Nyra said coolly. “He’ll come. Not yet—but he will.” Lunaria looked toward the western horizon, her expression unreadable. “Let him,” she said softly.

The alphas began to murmur within themselves, probably wondering why an alpha would reject a bond with the moon deity herself. “Don’t worry about that, he didn’t know I was the moon deity at the time, but still, his actions are not justified. None of us have the right to torture a mate because said mate is not up to taste, none of us” I looked round at all of them, anger swirling in my eyes as I remembered what Alpha Kael had done.

The words felt like a physical blow to the gut, ripping through me as I stumbled back. No?” the priestess repeated, her voice shaking. “Alpha Kael—” He shook his head once, final and cold. “No, I reject the bond.” Gasps echoed from somewhere around - my mother’s sharp inhale, the priestess’s whispered prayer. My legs wobbled almost giving out. I stared at him, waiting for any hint that this was some cruel joke. It wasn’t. Then Kael’s voice cut through the silence. Cold. Steady. Final.

I, Leah, accept the rejection of Alpha Derek of the Wolfsbane Pack. The words tasted like blood in my mouth, sharp and metallic, but my voice did not shake. Silence crashed over the clearing, heavy and suffocating, as if even the moon above had paused to witness my fall. Gasps rippled through the gathered wolves. Shock. Disbelief. Pity. No one had expected that.