Rejected Mate Callie Rose

Emily Ravens, the last of the rare white wolves, is an outcast in a world that once held her lineage in awe. Rejected by her fated alpha mate and shunned as an orphan, she endures humiliation and bullying from those who once admired her kind. But when a new alpha offers her a chance at acceptance and a place in his pack, Emily faces a choice: confront her painful past or remain forever defined by rejection. In a world where trust is fleeting and ancient bloodlines are both a blessing and a curse, will Emily find the strength to forge a new path and claim her rightful place?

*The mate who rejected her goes too far as to prevent her from being with her new mate! They begin a bitter rivalry! * Summer is a precious Alpha daughter of Storm Pack. Today is the 18th birthday ceremony of her and her twin sister, Rose. Summer has had a secret crush for years--Marcus, the youngest Beta of this pack, who is as famous for his feats in combat as he is for his speed in changing girlfriends. Summer was so nervous that she’ll find her mate after her shift. What if that person is not Marcus? Who knew that the Moon Goddess played a huge joke on her - when Marcus was making out with another she-wolf, he even casually rejected her! Before she could digest the pain and hurt, an even bigger prank awaited her. She finds herself with a second chance, mated with another man of unusually prestigious status. Just as Summer hesitates to accept him, Marcus challenges the mysterious and honorable man to compete for Summer's love. In this dispute, Summer discovers that she has a secret hidden in her body for many years...

Luxian Maxwell’s life was already spiraling—a terminal diagnosis, haunting dreams, and a sense that something about him just didn’t add up. Then came Damien. Cold, powerful, and unsettlingly familiar, Damien claims Luxian is the reincarnation of a girl who once betrayed him. But the more Luxian tries to escape, the deeper he falls into a web of forgotten lives, supernatural forces, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Why does no one remember Mr. Wilson’s death? Why does Damien’s touch feel like a memory? And why is Luxian changing? As his dreams blur into reality and deadly truths surface, Luxian must confront the terrifying possibility: He’s not just being punished for someone else’s sins. He might be the key to unleashing something far worse.

“I want to go back to my pack. So it will be better if you break the mate bond.” I say and he looks at me shocked. “What? Come again.” he was surprised and waiting for me to change my words. “So that’s why you are so desperate to talk to me? You want to break this bond, huh?” He comes and hovers over me. “Yes, I want to leave this pack, I want to leave you.” I try to look at his eyes and make him believe I also want this. “Dream on. I will never leave you alone,” he says and starts to walk outside. “Logan, I will leave this pack. With or without breaking this bond. So you can think if you want to suffer or not.” I say angrily and he turns around to face me. “I am not leaving you and I am not letting you leave this pack. Do you want to be with your lover? But I won’t let that happen. Until I am dead"

Celeste Sherwood was very troubled. As a werewolf, she had been waiting for her wolf to surface. But her twin brother's wolf came first. What the heck? If they were born at the same time, shouldn't they shift at the same time? Fine. She could live with that. But why did her twin brother start to run away from her? And why did he pin her against the floor like that? To her further bewilderment, the needy guy she worked with was actually a secret werewolf hunter? But why did he not kill her when he was already suspicious of her? And who was that new wolf in the pack? What on earth did he want? Celeste was overwhelmed. Her life was full of secrets all of a sudden. She wondered if she could handle them all…

My mother was a traitor. To my pack, I am no better. I'm used to being overlooked. I've been unwanted from the time I was born, and my pack, River Crest, made it abundantly clear every chance they could that I was not welcome. No one and nowhere was safe. I've spent my entire life alone, with no family, no friends, and now, no mate. At 24 years old, unmated and unwanted, I've accepted that I must be one of the mateless. Wretched, forsaken wolves who are cursed to live out their lives alone. Or worse. The legends and histories claim that being a mateless wolf is worse than death. They suggest choosing a mate and forming a bond before madness sets in or the pack rejects me. But I've been rejected. I'm used to the feeling. I thrive in it. Because the more they push me away, the less pain and humiliation I have to face. If I can make it another year unmated, I could face banishment, and I'll finally be free. That's my goal. And I'll be damned if I let anyone get in my way. Even my mate.  

"The game of chess is not just any old board game but it is also the game of life. You can be represented as the king, all the others are the people around you. Check mate means game over in the game but check mate in real life means your life has come to an end..." BORING! Chess is the worst board game on earth, if you're gonna play chess, I'll consider you as one of those who exist and don't live. Chess is the game plan. I play in the tournament my father forces me to participate in using the plan I'll be using during my next heist. If I win, I use it, if I lose, I change it. Chess is a boring old board game which is the key to my fortune. I am the Black Falcon, this is my life on the board and against the law...

In a world where the moon shattered and the strong devoured the weak, Neoma Solstice is nothing. A scentless Null. A ghost. A mistake. Until the day she saves a dying Lycan warrior with a touch, and her secret is revealed: she's Void-Born, the rarest mutation in existence. The same power that makes her invisible makes her invaluable—a living weapon that can cure the incurable Feral Rot plaguing the Lycan Ascendancy. Captured and collared, Neoma is forced to serve as "Tether" to Unit Vanguard: four elite soldiers on the brink of madness. Barzil, the ruthless Commander who sees her as a mission. Wolfy, the cold Tactician who sees her as a puzzle. Viggo, the feral Berserker who sees her as salvation. Guller, the fallen Priest who sees her as redemption. They own her contract. They control her life. They swear she's just a tool. But tools don't make their masters kneel. As Neoma's power grows, so does the threat she poses to the regime that enslaved her. When the prophesied Blood Moon rises, she'll have to choose: remain the Ascendancy's battery, or become the Void that devours them whole. Some bonds are forged in blood. Some in magic. Theirs was forged in desperation—and it might be the only thing strong enough to save a dying world. The Obsidian Covenant is a dark dystopian reverse harem romance featuring a morally gray FMC, four obsessive MLs, found family dynamics, enemies-to-lovers, rejected mate redemption, and a slow-burn that explodes into high heat. Perfect for fans of The Cruel Prince meets Den of Vipers in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. No choosing. No apologies. No mercy.

I was rejected by my best friend at my 18th coming-of-age ceremony. “What I seek in a mate is a female warrior like your mother, not... not someone like you." Not someone like me, a mute, an omega with no fighting capability. I struggled to compose myself, holding back tears, continuing to communicate silently with gestures。 Why? Kevin, it wasn't my fault that I wasn't as strong a beta as my mother. He sighed, shifting his gaze away from me, the laughter from the werewolves in the audience almost knocked down my self-esteem. ----Many years later, Alpha Kevin meets his mute mate again. He will pay a heavy price and regret for his mistake in rejecting her when he was young. Ella, she looks like a useless Omega, but in fact she is a poisoner. After her mother died to protect Kevin, she decided to become a she-wolf who is loyal to herself.

A gasp escaped past her lips when she felt his tongue licking her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her chin quivering and her body trembling. A jolt of electrifying jolts ran down her body as his lips gave soft feathery kisses on her neck. She was a nervous mush in his arms. "Sweet," He rasped in his deep baritone voice. She stiffened, even more, when his nose caressed her jawline and he inhaled her scent. She was squished against his hard muscular chest and all she could feel and inhale was him. His big veiny hands, his muscular steel-like arms around her waist, and his sinful lips. "Your scent...mhmm... so f*cking addicting," a growl reverberated from his chest. "S...stop," She stuttered. "Shss..." The rough pad of his thumb caressed her lips.