The Alpha's Forsaken Bride

The Alpha's Forsaken Bride

Luigi Gabriel

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Elena Thorn had one destiny-to be the Luna of the Silverclaw Pack, bonded to her fated mate, Alpha Ryker. But on the night of their mating ceremony, Ryker rejects her in front of the entire pack, choosing another to stand by his side. Heartbroken and humiliated, Elena flees into the forbidden Shadowwood, a place whispered to be cursed. When she awakens, she is no longer the weak, forsaken Luna. She bears the mark of an ancient power, and her scent has changed-no longer tied to the Silverclaw Pack. A stranger finds her, a powerful and enigmatic Alpha named Cassian, ruler of the mysterious Nightshade Pack. He claims her as his mate, but Elena knows fate does not give second chances so easily. Torn between a past that shattered her and a future cloaked in secrets, Elena must uncover the truth of her new bond while resisting the lingering pull of the mate who cast her aside. But as war brews between packs and a dark force awakens, she realizes her heart may hold the key to saving them all-or destroying everything she once loved. Will Elena embrace the mate who rejected her or forge a new destiny under the blood moon?

Chapter 1 1

The moon hung high above the Silverclaw Pack's territory, casting an ethereal glow over the grand hall. Every member of the pack had gathered, their voices humming with excitement. Tonight was a night of destiny-a night when their Alpha would claim his Luna.

Elena Thorn stood at the center of it all, her heart pounding against her ribs. She wore a flowing white gown, a symbol of purity and devotion, the delicate fabric hugging her curves. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, the silver pendant at her throat shimmering in the moonlight. This was the moment she had dreamed of since childhood-her fated mate, Alpha Ryker, would finally mark her as his.

Ryker stood before her, tall and powerful, exuding the raw dominance of an Alpha. His golden eyes burned into her, his expression unreadable. The ceremonial fire flickered behind him, illuminating his sharp features. Every she-wolf in the pack envied her, and yet, a nagging unease coiled in her stomach.

A deep silence fell over the hall when Ryker lifted his hand, signaling for attention. "Tonight, I stand before you all, prepared to take my mate," he announced, his voice commanding and sure. Murmurs of approval rippled through the crowd.

Elena swallowed, waiting for the moment his teeth would sink into her flesh, binding them forever.

Instead, he took a step back.

Shock crashed over her like a tidal wave. "Ryker?" Her voice came out barely above a whisper.

His jaw tightened. "I, Alpha Ryker of the Silverclaw Pack, reject you, Elena Thorn, as my mate and Luna."

Gasps filled the room. The weight of his words struck her chest like a physical blow, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her legs wobbled, but she refused to fall.

The rejection seared through her like silver poisoning her veins, her wolf howling in agony. "Why?" she choked out, her vision blurring with unshed tears.

Ryker turned his gaze to the right. Aria, her closest friend, stepped forward, slipping her hand into his. "Because I have chosen another," he declared, his voice cold and final.

Betrayal cut deeper than claws ever could. Aria-her confidante, her sister in everything but blood-now stood where Elena should have been.

The murmurs grew louder, some outraged, others confused. Elena's hands curled into fists. "You knew," she whispered, staring at Aria. "You knew, and you still-"

A smirk danced on Aria's lips. "Fate can be rewritten, Elena. Ryker was never yours."

Rage flared in her chest, but the pain of rejection crushed it beneath its weight. The bond, meant to be unbreakable, shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Her wolf whimpered, her soul torn in half.

Alpha Ryker turned away. "Leave, Elena. You no longer belong here."

Tears burned down her cheeks, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. With every ounce of strength left in her battered heart, she spun on her heel and ran.

The towering trees of the Shadowwood loomed ahead, their darkened branches reaching like skeletal fingers. She didn't stop. Twigs snapped beneath her feet, the wind howling through the dense forest. Pain radiated through her chest, but the ache in her soul hurt far worse.

Her body trembled. Cold seeped into her bones, the night air chilling the exposed skin where Ryker's mark should have been. The rejection bond had left a gaping wound, a void threatening to swallow her whole.

A low growl echoed in the distance. Elena's instincts flared to life, warning her of danger. The Shadowwood was forbidden for a reason. Stories spoke of wolves who entered but never returned. Ancient magic pulsed through the air, thick with something unseen yet undeniably powerful.

Her legs faltered, exhaustion finally overtaking her. She collapsed against the trunk of a massive oak, her breaths ragged. The world spun, shadows shifting around her. The pain was too much, her body too weak to keep fighting. Darkness claimed her. Heat. A presence.

Elena's eyelids fluttered open, the scent of pine and embers filling her lungs. A foreign warmth enveloped her, shielding her from the bitter cold. Strong arms held her, carrying her effortlessly through the forest.

Her vision blurred, but she caught glimpses of silver eyes watching her, assessing her. The figure moved with the grace of a predator, powerful and sure. This was no ordinary wolf.

Panic rose, but her body refused to move. She wanted to speak, to ask who he was, but her lips wouldn't part. Her mind screamed for answers, but exhaustion pulled her back under.

A deep voice rumbled against her ear. "You're safe now, little wolf."

The darkness took her once more.

Awareness returned slowly, the steady crackle of a fire breaking through the haze. Elena stirred, her body aching from the cold and the deep wound of rejection. The scent of pine lingered, mingling with something darker-earthy, rich, and unfamiliar.

She forced her eyes open. A rustic cabin surrounded her, its wooden walls lined with pelts and ancient artifacts. The flickering light of the fireplace cast long shadows across the room. Heavy fur blankets covered her, their warmth a stark contrast to the icy night.

A presence loomed nearby.

Her gaze shifted, meeting piercing silver eyes. The man before her was tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair dusted with snow. Power radiated from him, coiling through the space like a living force. A deep, jagged scar cut across his jaw, adding to the raw, untamed energy that surrounded him.

Elena swallowed hard. "Who are you?"

The stranger leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Cassian. Alpha of the Nightshade Pack."

A shiver ran down her spine. The Nightshade Pack was nothing more than a legend, a whisper of wolves who lived beyond the reach of any known pack. Stories painted them as merciless, creatures born from the darkness itself.

Her throat tightened. "Why did you save me?"

Cassian studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "Because fate has a way of correcting its mistakes. And you, little wolf, are not meant to be broken."

Her heart pounded, the weight of his words sinking in. She had lost everything. Yet in the depths of the Shadowwood, under the watchful gaze of an Alpha shrouded in mystery, something stirred within her.

A second chance.

One she never saw coming.

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