Romans & histoires Worthless To Priceless: The Alpha's Rejected Mate

In short, they give as good as they get. That in itself was as good as a ticking time bomb. Telling Wesly he had to play nice with it would be lighting the fuse. Now I know why not many of their owners survive. Very few Alpha's have the mental or physical capability to allow themselves to be the mate instead of the mated. My Alpha was definitely not one of the very few.

I don't know what they said to the Alpha but it had to do with him rejecting me. I shook my head with a sigh as I stared at the Alpha who seemed stranded without knowing what to do. I'm really sure that he's lost in thought. He looks so lost and carried away that I wonder what's wrong with him. "Yes!" "Reject her as your mate," "We don't want her," "She's not useless. She can't be a good leader," "She's the daughter of a murderer," "Reject her,"

“Killing your chosen mate is the worst mistake a wolf can make, Lucian. You will become a wandering wolf. A ghost. You will lose your mind, and more importantly, you will lose the throne. An Alpha without a mate is a king without a kingdom. You will fall, and the Raven pack will fall with you.” Albert began to tell a story, his voice felt rhythmic and haunting. He spoke of an Alpha from many years ago, a man who thought he was stronger than the moon. This Alpha had rejected his mate because she was poor and low-born. He had chased her out into the snow and tried to find a queen who was "worthy" of his crown.

I crossed my fingers in preparation. “I Alpha Marcus of the crescent pack reject Victoria Winters as my mate. I’ll accept her as my slave.” Alpha Marcus growled. This could not be happening to me, the humiliation I felt cut deep. My head started spinning and I was struggling to breathe, shit, I was not breathing, I could not feel my legs.

But his lips twisted into something cruel. “I reject you.” The words hit me harder than claws, harder than a blade. Gasps echoed through the hall. The crowd stirred like a restless storm. “No way”. “The Alpha’s son rejecting his fated mate?” “Of course he would. Look at her. She’s nothing but a weakling.” Their voices stabbed at me, one after another. My knees trembled as though they could give out at any moment. My throat tightened. I forced my voice out, broken and weak. “What?”

His stance was casual, but there was nothing relaxed about the way his muscles coiled beneath his clothes, like a predator poised to strike. Recognition settled in my gut like ice. Darius Nightshade. The Alpha of the Nightshade Pack. My rival. The bastard was smiling. "I have to say," he mused, tilting his head, "it's not everyday an Alpha gets rejected by his mate in front of an audience. Must be humbling." The growl that rumbled from my chest was low, dangerous. Darius chuckled. "Careful," he warned mockingly. "You wouldn't want your little mate seeing you lose control."

"I'm already engaged to Celeste." "Are you?" He raises an eyebrow. "Because from what I hear, you've been having second thoughts. Morrison thinks you might try to break the engagement to pursue this fantasy with your mate." The word mate sounds dirty coming from his mouth. Like something shameful. "It's not a fantasy. She's my—" "She's nothing." His voice cracks like a whip. "She's a distraction that could destroy everything we've built here." "She's my mate." "So was mine." He leans forward, his eyes boring into me. "And I chose to reject her because I understood what you apparently don't. That being an Alpha means making sacrifices. That sometimes you have to break your own heart to save e

"No need to try to explain. You can just say it as it is. Go on. Finish your words.” His expression hardened a little, resolve settling into his features. He hesitates for a moment, before finally saying, “without you, my position as Alpha is… going to be compromised.” He says the words exactly how I expected him to. They land cold, precise and calculated. Like he had been rehearsing them before coming here. His confession of ‘loving me’ sounds like a master plan in getting me back. "Right,” I mutter, nodding slowly as a bitter smile tugged at my lips. “So… that's basically what I am to you now. Some pawn in your stupid little game?”

“The little bitch is not my mate.” My chest tightened with pain as those words washed over me. Not only did he reject me privately. He was doing the same thing publicly. He was denying me without thinking twice. “I just wished I could tell you why Alpha Alejandro doesn't want a mate.” Lucia's words replayed in my head. I don't think I ever want to know why he doesn't want a mate. He should go to hell. “Then what is she? Your slave? If she is one, then trust me, she's not exempted from the introduction.” One other Alpha spoke up.

“Mom? Where are you going? “I said while struggling to get out of bed. What was that look of vengeance in her eyes? What was she planning to do? I walk out of my room and sniff the air for my mom’s scent. Like footprints, our scents also leave a trail, and it’s pretty easy to pick up on it because you follow the scent to where it’s thickest and strongest. I go downstairs and make my way towards the pack house; that’s where her scent is leading me. “How dare you do this?” I can hear my mom shouting from a distance. “She is your mate for goddesses sake, why would you reject her? “My mom continues. “Son, is this true? “The Alpha asks. “Yes it is dad.” My pathetic mate answers. “Why?” The Alpha