The Alpha's Rejected Heir 소설 & 이야기

“In a normal court, that clause would be challenged immediately.” “In Riverton?” Her silence answers him before her words do. “In Riverton,” she says at last, “an old Alpha family could argue that it exists to protect an expected heir, prevent fraudulent paternity claims, preserve medical continuity, or stop a hostile party from manipulating lineage status.” Everett laughs once, without humor. “A hostile party.” Grace’s eyes sharpen. “Everett.” “They mean an Omega who says no.” The office seems to grow colder around the words.

“Escort them to the Alpha House.” “No.” My voice slices through the square sharper than I intend. The crowd gasps. “You have no right—” Kaelen steps closer, towering above me. His scent slams into my senses—pine, smoke, steel—and my wolf trembles under the old pull of dominance. “I have every right,” he says, his voice a growl only inches from my face. “You brought my heir into my territory. He will not leave.” I’m shaking, but not from fear. Rage trembles through me so hard I can barely keep my voice steady. “You lost that right the night you rejected me. The night you cut me open and left me to die.”

"Amaris has been here for months. She never mentioned you or even said anything about a Lycan King..." "Because I didn't know," I said, my voice shaking. "That night, it was dark, I didn't know who he was. I didn't even know anything except that I needed to forget." "Forget what?" Malik demanded. I looked at Wraith. "My mate, the alpha who rejected me." Understanding dawned in Malik's eyes, then fury. "You rejected your mate?" he said to Wraith. "Then kept her as a prisoner, not only that you plan to take her child?"

"The Alpha returns. And seeks counsel not of battles, but of shadows." I moved deeper into the room, the scent of dried herbs and old parchment filling my nostrils. "Elder," I began, cutting straight to it. "I have questions, concerning things long past. The Moonstone Pack." Elias was still for a long moment, his gaze unwavering, penetrating. "A name best left unspoken by most," he finally said, his voice flat. "Why does it trouble the new Alpha?" "I've encountered... anomalies. Strange currents. And my instincts tell me there is more to their demise than history records. Were there ever survivors? Any whispers of an heir escaping the massacre?"

His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto hers, and she knew without a doubt that he saw her as a threat. Roderick’s reputation preceded him. He was known for his cunning, his ability to manipulate the minds of those around him, and his ruthless ambition. He had been watching from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike, and now, it seemed that moment had come. His challenge was not just about physical strength; it was about questioning her legitimacy as the Alpha. His words were sharp, laced with disdain as he mocked her victory over Kael, downplaying her strength and undermining everything she had worked for. He called her unfit to lead, suggesting that her victory had been n

He was jealous that his father would choose his younger brother over him. The Alpha of the Alpha was not chosen by hierarchy, rather by strength and good Leadership qualities. On another occasion, a heir to the Alpha of the Alpha thrones was kidnapped and burnt alive by the Rogue community, who was headed by the Luna. She was angry at that her favorite son was not chosen as the Alpha. So with all these happening, no one knew who would be the next in line. “Dad, all my plans had been to unite all packs” I replied.

A vein appeared in his forehead, and it took all I had to not fidget at his domineering aura. “Let Lancel marry Teresa–” “It looks like you’ve forgotten your brain in New York after all,” He scoffed. “Lancel isn’t important, Alpha!” Their expression pinched, confused as to where I was heading with this argument. “Dahlia is. She is your heir. The future of our Pack, and the woman I love. I know her very well. If we declare war, we’re only giving her more reasons to side with the father of her child.”

“It is by the rule that the chosen Alpha takes over after the reign of the previous one, so why, in this case, are you all neglecting that? If there should be a representative, that should be me. I should be the one who stands for the pack and not Fredrick. I don’t know if you all have forgotten that he is no son of my father’s. He is just a child he raised out of sympathy.” Mrs. Camfrey clenched her fist but said nothing. Everyone turned to each other, but the same thought lingered in their minds. “Long before now, the actions of the Alpha have been neglected over their last words. We all know you took over before his death, but as it stands now, he denounced you as his heir. Mark Camfrey,

“Yes, your Alpha knows I am in his pack.” “What do you want with me?” I decide to choose the safest reply. He looks steadily at me. “You found your mate three days ago.” It’s not a question. He says it matter of factly like it’s common knowledge and the reminder of Dylan makes my chest ache. Clenching my jaw and fighting the urge to return home—as my cheeks heat in annoyance—I look into his eyes. “Yes.” “And you were rejected.” “I’m aware of what happened to me.” He doesn’t react to the evident anger in my voice. He just looks steadily on as though considering whether or not to tell me something.

"Listen to me, little warrior! You deserve nothing but my rejection!" "I can't believe that you manipulated my parents against me and forced me to marry you. And if that wasn't enough you are so cheap and pathetic you slept with me to tie me down forever! How fucking disgusting!" "Finally I am free from you!" "I, Alpha Stephen, Alpha of Crystal Moon Mystery pack, reject you, a warrior, Delilah as my mate!" "You’ll be banished from the pack. And remember one thing. That I hate you. I hate you, Delilah!"