The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate By Cat Smith Novels & Stories

Let's hurt her a lot more, I said to myself. "You're worthless, useless, weak, ugly, and a sorry excuse of a mate. So I'm doing this for my own good. I, Blake Klein, the alpha of Silver Crescent Moon Pack, reject Renee Smith as my mate." I smirked bigger and everyone who was watching mocked and laughed at her. Her face dropped a little. Bingo! I hit a spot. I smirked even bigger if that was possible. I knew she was talking to her wolf because she was just staring off into space.

And he is my second chance mate! Nathan looks at me for a fraction of a second with disgust and hatred. "You are just a dirty whore! I, Alpha Nathan, reject you Kimberly Smith as my mate," he says before finally turning and running in the opposite direction. The other wolves follow him. It then dawned on me that Nathan had rejected me. I didn't know how to feel or react to this. As soon as I saw their fury bodies getting smaller with distance, I let out the breath I was holding. Good. Good.

she snapped, not looking back. "Previously, yes," I countered smoothly, stepping into her path. "But not anymore." She paused. The chaos in the hall had dialed down to a suffocating silence and seemingly everyone was watching us now. We weren't speaking loudly, but the entire room could sense the dangerous, pretentious respect radiating between us. A low, menacing smile suddenly curved her lips. She tilted her chin up, her hazel eyes locking onto mine with absolute defiance. "Well then," she said, raising her voice so it carried clearly to the farthest corners of the room. "I reject you as my mate, Alpha."

“M-Mate—” He cut me off with a loud growl of anger, like his blood was boiling every time I called him mate. The growl made me fall to my knees, kneeling before him. My head lowered in submission. My wolf submitted to him, crawling inside me in fear that her Alpha would hurt her. The world turned silent around me. Then I heard the cruelest words I had ever heard in my life. "I, Alpha Trevor, reject you as my mate, Omega."

​He looked down at me, his eyes devoid of warmth. ​"I, Kaelen Blackwood," he began, his voice booming like thunder, "Future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack..." ​I shook my head, pleading silently. “Don't do this. Please don't do this…” ​"...reject you, Elara Vance, as my mate." ​The words were a physical blow. I felt something inside my chest—the golden thread that had just formed, the only beautiful thing I had ever possessed—snap violently.

I scanned the crowd for the one who had quietly captured my attention. My eyes finally landed on her. Doris. She stood at a distance, almost invisible, quietly observing everything. The moment our eyes met, she quickly looked away, hands tightening at her sides. No one dared meet my gaze. “I, Alpha Ryder Stone, take Doris Charles as my Luna and chosen mate of the Moonpack,” I declared. Silence fell immediately. Every whisper, every movement froze as the crowd processed what had just been announced. I walked toward her, ignoring the murmurs and whispers. Doris’s eyes widened, and instinctively she covered her ears, shaking her head as if she’d misunderstood.

“Enough.” “No,” Derick growled. “You listen. You made a vow to your father, to this pack, to our cause. And now you’re tossing it all for a pair of silver eyes and a sweet scent? You’re not thinking, you’re feeling. And feelings get Alphas killed.” My chest rose and fell, rage simmering under my skin. “She’s not just some girl, Derick. She’s my mate.” “And that mark you gave her?” He sneered. “On her thigh like some hidden shame? You knew the moment you bit her it was a mistake. That’s why you didn’t do it properly. You knew this would cost you everything.”

I collapsed fully this time, clutching at my heart as the realization hit me with brutal force. Mate. The Alpha’s mate. “No,” I whispered, terror choking the word. “Please… no.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Fear. Shock. Disbelief. Alpha Kael stepped forward, towering over me. He crouched, fingers lifting my chin with a grip that was firm, possessive, inescapable. “So this is fate’s joke,” he murmured. “A submissive.” His thumb brushed my jaw, and my body reacted instantly, traitorous, humiliating. My wolf whimpered, bowing to his presence.

After what I assume are long hours of crying I finally calmed down "he doesn't want to be with me,but I'm his mate ,his other half, right?" " Yes ,you were made for him just like he was made for you Eden and there has never been a pure breed that has had a human as a mate ,a powerful wolf like him deserves someone just as powerful like Tatiana or Sarai who are daughters of Alpha's not a human Eden",he says smiling sadly. " What am I supposed to do ,what am I supposed to do with how I'm feeling,all these feelings inside?", " You don't love him , it's just mate bound , accept that he is rejecting you Eden ,he doesn't love you",he says ,like rubbing salt on a wound .

There’s no way we’re supposed to be mated. Caleb probably just wants to see whether I fit in with the pack. I was too caught up in his gorgeous pewter eyes to see things realistically. He’s not my mate - he’s just an Alpha trying to lead his pack, even when it includes Omegas like me. He’s not my mate, I tell myself. Still, as I walk home, all I can think about is his scent, the deep sound of his voice, and those incredible silver eyes.