The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate Novels & Stories

His life shouldn't have been like this. He deserved to have a more honorable death than the one which presented itself at his door. He wasn't supposed to die now, yeah, it wasn't the time for his death. The onlookers were in shock when they saw the way their Alpha looked. It seemed as if he had accepted his death just like that. Well, they couldn't help it. There was no way they could fight against the Alpha's mate who was now a machine. They couldn't even win against her when she had her emotions as a human talk more or less when she was turned into a killing machine.

Indeed he was, his sharp eyes made him dreamier. Unconsciously, she shifted her weight from one leg to another, she didn’t drop her gaze to the ground. She could feel the pull and hell, Alpha could feel too. However, Alpha had another plan, the moment he halted in front of her, he motioned for everyone to keep quiet and without breaking his eye contact with Adrielle, he said out loud, “I, Alpha Knox, reject you, omega Adrielle as my second chance mate.” Adrielle’s knees gave out, her heart skipped a beat. How embarrassing was it to not only be a second chance mate but also to be rejected in front of everyone on the day her sister was supposed to be tying the knot with the alpha? She was scre

Killian’s jaw ticks, with his golden eyes darkening as his gaze met mine. “You think I don’t know what a mate bond feels like, Elara?” he paused then dropped the bombshell I hated the most. “ I Alpha Killian has chosen her Selene as my mate” Elara. His Beta. She doesn’t back down, instead she replies to him. “She’s weak. She’s nothing but a shattered thing. How is she supposed to stand beside an Alpha?” She asked him. Barely before she could say another word, whispers rose from the hallway behind her, as murmurs of agreement, and that of doubt rolled in.

Alistair asked, looking at Elara and then at me. My breath caught in my throat. Crap! What am I going to do? My mate is Alpha Black. The one who kills for fun. I can't be mates with him. It must be someone else. Elara looked at me questioningly and put the puzzle pieces together. Her green eyes widened, but I silently pleaded with her not to say anything. She nodded at me, and I mouthed thank you to her. I cleared my throat and said, "No, sorry. I have no idea who Alpha Black's mate is." Those words felt wrong coming out of my mouth and felt forced. Alistair nodded and gave me a small smile. I smiled back.

he continues to whisper. " If she is the Alpha's mate like you just said she is, why is she then assigned to do the dirty work in the pack house? Huh !" she questions glancing to where I stood, and she continues "I don't understand, you younger generations, shouldn't she be announced as the Luna already". "Shush! It's complicated, the word is The Alpha rejected her" he said holding a finger to his lips to keep her from shouting, they both continued to talk forgetting the fact that I was just across the room from them and I could hear them without even straining my wolf ears.

"If that is how you want it." He turned to face the crowd, his voice carrying across the warehouse. "I, Damon Thornwood, Alpha King of the Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Elara Blackwood, as my mate and future Luna of our pack." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Elara felt the physical pain of rejection as if it were a knife to her heart—a sharp, agonizing sensation that stole her breath and brought tears to her eyes. Around her, the crowd gasped, shocked whispers spreading like wildfire.

"And you grabbed me, said my name, called me mate. I didn't do anything to you. You did this." Silence stretches, thin and brittle. Then he laughs, short, bark-like, designed to shrink me down. "Mate." He repeats it like a diagnosis, something clinical and repulsive. "An Alpha knows his mate on sight. The bond is unmistakable." His eyes rake over me, hair a mess, feet bare, everything exposed and inadequate. "I feel nothing when I look at you. Nothing."

More supernatural beings drawn by the promise of witnessing the rise or destruction of the prophesied Shadow Queen. Through the mate bond, Fiona's emotions were becoming distant. Muffled. Like she was already pulling away from our connection. In trying to save everyone she cared about, she was about to destroy herself. And I was going to lose the only woman I'd ever loved to a prophecy that might not even be real. "Alpha," Marcus said urgently, "we need decisions. The pack is looking to you for leadership, and frankly, they're terrified." "Tell them..." I paused, feeling Fiona's presence growing fainter by the moment.

Alpha said. He turned slightly toward me and offered his outstretched hand and I grabbed it without hesitation. I looked up at him, but he wasn’t focused on me, he was staring out across the table. When I stood on my feet, I averted my eyes and bowed my head slightly. Almost everyone at the table returned the gesture before Alpha pulled me toward the door. I knew I shouldn’t, but my heart wouldn’t listen, and so my body didn’t either. I turned and glanced over my shoulder one more time at my mate before my back was turned completely. It was like a sip of fresh air before I faced the door. With each step I took, my feet grew heavier the farther I got from him. Obsidian eyes followed me out. B