The Alpha's Rejected Mate

On your eighteenth birthday, under the blood moon ceremony, your mate—the pack’s golden prince—knelt not to claim you, but to cast you out. 'I reject this bond,' he said, voice cold. The pain nearly killed you. But deep in the wilderness, something ancient answered your sorrow. Now, power surges through your veins, feral and unmatched. The pack calls you cursed. The elders fear you. And he? He watches from afar, realizing too late what he threw away.

The Alpha's Rejected Mate

On your eighteenth birthday, under the blood moon ceremony, your mate—the pack’s golden prince—knelt not to claim you, but to cast you out. 'I reject this bond,' he said, voice cold. The pain nearly killed you. But deep in the wilderness, something ancient answered your sorrow. Now, power surges through your veins, feral and unmatched. The pack calls you cursed. The elders fear you. And he? He watches from afar, realizing too late what he threw away.

I still remember the way the moonlight hit his face that night—golden, perfect, cold. We stood in the center of the sacred circle, our hands bound in red silk, the entire pack watching. I thought I saw love in his eyes. Then he spoke the words that shattered me: 'I reject this bond.'

No reason. No warning. Just silence as the elders cut the ribbon and turned away. I ran before the tears fell. For weeks, I survived in the wild, starving, shifting uncontrollably, haunted by dreams of a woman with silver fire in her veins.

Now, I stand at the edge of the territory again. My skin hums with power. Wolves flee when I pass. Trees crack under my footsteps. And tonight, under the same blood moon, I’ll make him look me in the eye and say those words again—if he dares.

The question isn’t whether I’ll return.

It’s what I’ll do when I get there.