The Rejected Female Wolf Jenna Novels & Stories

“So we've been to every hike searching for you, not knowing you were in an abandoned uncompleted manor all along.’ Estan said to Jenna. The latter didn't respond, she just remained silent. She had been dosed with wolfsbane to weaken her just like her men. So even if they wanted to escape, they wouldn't have enough strength to outrun them. “Why did you do this?” Estan asked in a sincere tone. As much as she was a traitor, he was genuinely concerned about her. It was in his nature. Jenna chuckled slightly, taking Estan by surprise. “You really…are …clueless,...beta…” she drawled, her voice coming out faintly. She was on the verge of collapsing. “Okay then, enlighten me.” Estan sat upright and

Between the witches’ response and the friction chafing my skin, I didn’t want us to stay any longer than we needed to. Several wolves shifted back into human form, not worried about their nudity. We all spread out and chose a person to carry, either alone or with help. The witches remained on one side, watching us and not providing any aid. The anger Bodey gave off overrode the eerie sensation. I linked, What’s wrong? You’re upset, more so than you were a few minutes ago. I’m fine. It’s just Jasmine. We talked, and she pretty much told me that I may be her king, but I’m not her master. That she can handle herself and wants to help her fellow pack members when they’re at risk.

She smiled and looked at me, with a nonchalant shrug. “You look pitiful when you cry. I mean,I understand how you feel. It is very sad when someone you love throws you away because of the mate bond thing. Then again, you might not even be a real wolf. And that’s why he chose me over you.” Jenna said and I stood up angrily.

Max pulled out his cellphone and placed the call. ------------------------------ Jenna had just got back in from outside, where she had to pull Henry and John apart yet again. The two were having territory issues, but they could do yet nothing as John’s cabin now had a new hole in it where the snow had caved it in. The pack needed their leader back, but the roads still sucked rocks. So here, Jenna sat, with a mug of coffee, and deliveries to be recorded. Pissed off wolves and buildings that just would not stay in one piece long enough to get through the holidays. The fresh supplies needed homes, and it was barely lunchtime.

“You wanna bet?” “Uh, no, of course not.” Jenna looked sideways, and then I backed up a little, hiding myself properly behind the tree, hoping she didn't see me. “Meet you at the finish line,” I heard Jenna say quickly, and my head flew up and out of the tree. What I witnessed next was what I never thought I would. Jenna sprinted headfirst into the woods, and I watched Ophelia's body charged and contorted. In an instant, the girl's small physique shifted into a large wolf—not just any wolf, but a silver one.

The scream didn’t belong to one wolf. It belonged to all of them. It tore through the forest sharp. raw. wrong. Every wolf dropped. not in submission. In pain. the ground convulsed beneath us. the silver shattered. not gone. fractured. Zayden was already moving. Instinct. alpha. his hand tightened around mine pulling me with him. not away. forward. toward it. toward the source. because now there was no distance between us and the system. no separation. whatever hit the territory hit us.

My father paused before suddenly yelling at me really loudly, "What's with the crying?! An Alpha's daughter only bleeds but never cries! Tell me, did that rascal bully you?!" I wanted to say 'No' nonchalantly, but all reason fell apart when I heard the familiar yelling. "He never loved me, Dad…" I cried and grieved like a little child. Tears poured down my face like a waterfall. They refused to stop no matter how hard I tried. I used up a lifetime of tears in that call. My father was initially quiet, but he soon cried with me as well. "Oh, my poor Rhea. Come home. Heavenly Wolf Pack will always be your home."

"Surely they had traitors." "Did you?" I ask Nira. She nods. "For someone to leave the pack, they had to fight Amira or Tavin, her trainer. No one wanted that. The ones who attempted to leave without permission were dealt with." She fidgets with her fingers nervously. She might have been close to the former alpha but she doesn't do well with me. "Who is the closest to the she wolf?" I ask. "Tavin Brooks or Iyla Banks." She says quickly.

He attempted to shake Jack off, but the younger wolf was too strong. Sinking his claws into Granite’s shoulder, Jack replied, “No, she’s not! The girl is a wolf shifter, my mate, and will be the Luna of this pack. You’re only here to try and cover your ass for hurting her mother!” “She was scratched! You can’t have possibly done anything to prevent her from becoming a werewolf!” Granite bit down on Jack’s left front leg, a searing pain radiating up his limb. Rather than pulling away, Jack used his right leg to club Granite in the face a few times until he could break free. “We found a way! It was in the ancient texts! I’m sure my father offered to show you!”

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.