Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Lycan

Author: George B

Chapter 1

Word Count: 736 | Released on: 02/04/2026

dy swamp. I stood entirely alone, the icy, gray downpour soa

looking at the mahogany coffin of his late brother, Harrison. Instead, his massive arms were wrapped tightly around Harrison's widow, Ciera Page. The deli

to hear their voices to know what they were saying. The synchronized sneers and mocking side-eyes from the warriors holding black umbre

ply caught my eye through the rain and jerked his chin toward the ar

bulletproof glass of the Cadillac Escalade only amplified the tension. Jace sat in the middle row,

window. "We need to discuss

nd still resting on Ciera's shoulder. Then, a

arrogant disbelief. "A wolfless runt like you? You wouldn't last a single day

o the Blackmoon wealth. He had no idea who I really was. He didn't know about Dr. Elyse West, or that my "Moonlight Goddess Healing"

his back and pulled a trembling Ciera

Blackmoon Pack House, my mind was already miles away. The heavy oak do

he boy c

flinch. He simply scooped the boy up i

r with a line of servants, her eyes darting nerv

off the marble floors. "Prepare the East W

The East Wing was adjacent to the Alpha's quarte

tammered, bowing her

nd. Even without a wolf, I could feel the oppressive pressure of his authority forcing the servants to bare their necks

last shred of my dignity in

he final, frayed thread of my obligation to this political marriage

e dim, empty corridor of the West Wing, my mind already calculating

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Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Lycan

George B Werewolf

“I was the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, bound in a political marriage to Alpha Jace for three miserable years. But because I was a "wolfless" runt, he never touched me. Instead, he moved his late brother's widow and her bratty son into my wing, publicly treating her as his true mate. He let her son destroy my parents' only surviving photograph and demanded I apologize to the boy. When my cruel grandmother summoned us to the Winter Solstice Conclave-a deadly trial-Jace knew I would be brutally tortured if I arrived without my Alpha. Yet, he chose to stay home to comfort his mistress over a fake stomach ache. "I never wanted a wolfless mate," he had sneered, abandoning me. He handed me over to the Blackwood Pack's Terrace of Correction. Forced to my knees, the silver-laced stone burned my flesh while the blizzard froze my blood. As my vision darkened, I realized he had intentionally sent me here to die. I had swallowed my pride for three years, hiding my true identity and the signed rejection papers I had tricked him into signing, only to be thrown away like trash for another woman's fake tears. Just as I prepared to let the darkness take me, the impenetrable iron gates of the Keep were obliterated by a massive black Maybach. Baron, my terrifying Lycan cousin, stepped into the storm and scooped my scorched body into his arms. "Short every stock tied to the Silvermoon name," he ordered into his phone, his eyes locked on my abusers. "I want Jace begging on his knees by sunrise."”