The Day I Was Reborn I Rejected The Alpha Novels & Stories

His right hand gripped his left arm, and his whole body shook, beyond his control. "I thought nothing would change." He lifted his eyes, wet, full of a desperate tenderness. "Are you rejecting me because previous life I didn't name our pup the Alpha?" "That was wrong of me. But Heidi's boy had impure blood. I only wanted to give him a little more." "But this time," his voice turned firm, "I decided long ago. Our pup will be the Alpha." I smiled and said, calm, "Too late. There won't be any pup."

The Elder stared at me. "I'm sorry... what did you say?" I smiled. The freedom in my chest felt intoxicating. "No." The second rejection struck even harder. Chaos exploded instantly. "She rejected him!" "That's impossible!" "Has she gone mad?" "She rejected the future Alpha!" The crowd erupted into confusion. Whispers became shouting. Shouting became outrage. For the first time in six years, I felt something I had forgotten existed. Freedom. The Elder looked horrified. "Lyra, do you understand what you're saying?"

She'd pulled me aside and said, very quietly: You could have been the first female Alpha, you know. I laughed it off back then. Went back to my place settings. After class, I stayed behind. She was cleaning her shears when I said it. "I want to become a female Alpha. Can you tell me what that takes?" Her hands went still. She looked at me over her reading glasses. "You're certain?" "Yes."

“I think he knows more than he told you.” I stared at the road. That was becoming a familiar problem. Everyone seemed to know something about my life except me. My phone vibrated again. This time, it wasn’t a text from the unknown number. It was a photograph. I opened it. The image showed my storage building, taken from somewhere across the road. My car was visible near the entrance, and a figure stood beside the rear gate. The photograph had been taken only minutes earlier. Underneath it was a message. Your mother made the mistake of trusting the wrong Alpha. Don’t repeat it. I read it twice. Then another message appeared. And stay away from Ethan Cole. He was there the night she vanished.

I had watched as he used his Alpha strength to subdue the spring, forcing my energy into her body while Lyra's moans shifted from pain to a shuddering chorus of pleasure that echoed through the chamber. Back then, I was nothing more than an obedient tool. But not this time. I would not hollow out my soul for a traitor. I suppressed my wolf's mournful cry and spoke, my voice chillingly calm. "My power serves my mate and my pack." I paused, letting the words hang in the air. "But it is not a tool to be commanded." With that, I ignored Damien completely and turned toward the moon-silver lockbox in the corner. From it, I took out a blank Mate Rejection Agreement.

The pack disperses gradually, offering quiet condolences as they pass me. That night, I dream. I stand once more in the clearing—but it is brighter. The air hums. Lucas stands beneath the oak sapling—only now it is fully grown, towering and strong. He looks. Confident. Smiling. Alive. “You’re crying again,” he says gently. “I’m sorry ” I reply. He steps closer, brushing his thumb beneath my eye. “I am not gone,” he murmurs. “An Alpha does not disappear. He becomes the strength in those he loved, he is reborn.”

I couldn’t care less on how harsh I might have sounded, and he could vex over it for all I care. He expressed a plain reaction, heaving yet another sigh as he said, “I’m not here for that either, I’m here to actually renounce my rejection,” he vocalized, bold and clear with his words. Too clear there’s no way I can say something went wrong with my hearing, but still, “Huh?” My brows creased at him in a quizzical look. Is he okay? Mentally okay? “I’m renouncing my rejection, Myra. So I’m sorry but you can’t accept the Alpha King as your second chanced mate,” he further explained himself.

My blood coursed through my veins agitatedly like a raging storm as flashbacks of recent weeks flooded my brain. So many questions I wanted to ask but my voice was lost. I felt my back fall on a hard surface and everything began to shatter. I heard Minsi's sad wails, I was losing my grip on her, I was losing myself. Distorted faces were hovering over me, their voices asking, “is, she alright?” I also wanted to know if I was alright. Nothing felt real. Why did Alpha Van reject me even after knowing I was his fated? What was happening to me?

"You’re better than this." “But why? Why did he have to do this to me?” I screamed internally, the agony overwhelming. “Accept the rejection, Exalia," Alpha Jake said, his voice was cold and void of any feeling. "You don’t need me to force you.” With immense effort, I struggled to stand. My left leg throbbed painfully under my weight, but I refused to give up. Clenching my teeth and sobbing, I pushed myself upright, using my trembling arms for support. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as I looked at Alpha Jake.

If anything, it blazed brighter. I forced myself to look into his eyes, to let him see that I would not be his plaything, his pawn, or his shadow. I would not beg. I would never give him that satisfaction. With one final breath, I gritted my teeth and said, “I, Alison… accept your rejection, Alpha Kendrick.”