Rejected By The Alpha Claimed By Fate Novels & Stories

Aiden cautioned. "But she just rejected us!” Caden yelled. “And we have the power to stop that, don't we?” Aiden stated. “So, what you're saying is?” Jayden asked. “We need to reject her rejection, simple!” Caden said. Just as Caden said this they all stood in front of me. “Alana Reeva, we the Alphas of the Blood Rose Pack, reject your rejection!." Once they said the words, I felt a terrible burning in my chest.

he sneered. I shook my head, the knot in my stomach tightening. “I, Alpha Jake, of the Moon Launch Pack, reject you as my mate,” he concluded, sealing my fate.

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.

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.

He wouldn't take nonsense because he has zero tolerance for it. “That you reject Amelia and leave her to fate. Whether she survived the rejection or not, that's her fate because we cannot jeopardize the fate of the royal family and the pack as a whole because someone might not survive a rejection” Alpha Stone explained. Alpha Kasper's lips hived up with a smirk. Those elders think he is a toy that they can play with? Even if he intends to reject her, for now, he wouldn't. He wants to play around with her first.

I felt the mate pull. It was so strong, I couldn't deny it anymore. I needed to survive this. I couldn't let the mate bond deceive me. I had to reject that alpha. I was going to reject him.

“I am sorry, Kyra. I really wanted to sort this out indoors but it would only make sense to end it here. So, I, Killian Darkmoon, reject you, Kyra Nightingale, as my mate.” I shook my head violently, refusing to accept the words. “I don't accept this rejection!” He looked down at me, expression pained but resolute. “This is not how it works, Kyra. I am an Alpha. Whether you accept the rejection or not… it still stands.”

"What has been joined in the eyes of the Goddess, let no creature tear asunder. I present to you, Alpha King Lukas and Alpha Queen Amelia Volkov, bound in blood, in spirit, and in purpose." The traditional ending would have named me Luna, consort to the Alpha King. Instead, the priest had acknowledged my status as Alpha Queen—my position as Lukas's equal rather than his subordinate. I heard gasps and whispers ripple through the crowd, saw Elder Nora's face tighten with disapproval, noted the calculating assessment in Elder Raphael's eyes.

Luthor asked. “I—I, Lucas West, A-Alpha of the The Crescent Moon Pack… do not accept this rejection.” He forced the words out, trembling. Amelia stepped back, shocked. Why wouldn’t he let her go? She is just his chosen mate, a mate clearly made by choice and not by fate. He had Olivia—his fated mate. Her anger boiled. “You will attend the rejection ceremony,” she ordered firmly, staring up at him. “You’re ordering me, your Alpha? What if I refuse?” Lucas growled. He wouldn’t release her until he was done with her—until he used her up.

When the worst of the shock finally dulled enough for me to move, I dragged myself across the room and collapsed into my desk chair. ​She had rejected me. ​The reality of it tasted like ash and copper. Hatred and bitter humiliation surged through my veins like wildfire. I was an Alpha. A fucking Alpha. The ruler of the north. Yet an omega—a nobody who lived on the charity of the pack—had looked me in the eye and thrown me away. ​Across our history, an Alpha had never, ever been rejected. The seat of the Luna was the most coveted prize in our world; she-wolves spent their entire lives dreaming of standing beside a true Alpha. To reject one was unheard of. Laughable.