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Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha

Author: Shelby Helliwell

Chapter 1

Word Count: 943 | Released on: 23/06/2026

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d the altar was ajar, just a crack. Enough f

one where generations of vows had been signed. His hands were on her, poss

mind refused to understand

isle. My

ate. My s

ith tonight, and the golden daughter my

cedarwood, tangled with the cloying sweetness of Bria

ocent blue pools, flickered to

nt smile spread

er stomach. A stomach that was no longer f

m my throat, si

quickly hardened into arrogance when he saw it was on

Brianda, casually ad

sual cruelty I knew so well. "You're Wolfless. You can't

s down. "You should thank me, sister. I

n suddenly felt like a cage, i

her blonde hair, her blue Tate eyes. On me, with my dark hai

that I di

l been in the bridal chamber, tr

sed me in another woman's

iece had ticked past the

ression, had bustled in and whispered, "Just a few more moments

ht, too forced. Her gaze ha

d been

had

idal chamber, and followed the faint, familiar sound of

aps so no one would hear me coming. My bare feet crossed the cold marble with t

nderstood exactly what everyo

It was the absolute zero of a dead star. The humiliation, the years of being second-best, of being the st

cream. I d

the main ceremonial chamber.

. Brianda whispered something sharp and

d was the bonding veil, a cascade of moonlight silk an

threatened to

mug. They thought I would accept this. That I w

hem, my gaze fi

e silk was cool an

delabra standing beside the altar, its lon

on, I pushed the beautiful,

caught

ring the delicate fabric. Black, acrid smoke

a torch of defiance. A funeral

e hit th

rm began to shriek thr

dissolved into pure, unadulterated horror.

m, my eyes dry. There were no

mber doors. The panicked cries of guests,

n lunged for me, but the hea

da shrieked, grabbing his arm, her

rom my fingers. The black ash drifted down, staining t

oors to the cha

entire Silver Moon

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Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha

Shelby Helliwell Werewolf

“Today was supposed to be the day I bonded with Donn Carlisle, the heir of the Silver Moon Pack. For a Wolfless girl like me, it was supposed to be salvation. A name. A place. A future no one could take away. Then, minutes before the ceremony, I heard my stepsister giggle behind the altar. I found Donn with Brianda pressed against the ancient oak table where our vows were meant to be sealed. Her dress was hiked to her waist. His hands were on her body. And when Brianda saw me, she smiled, placed a hand on her swollen belly, and let me understand exactly how long they had been betraying me. Donn did not beg. He did not even look ashamed. He only adjusted his clothes and sneered, "You're Wolfless. You can't complete a true bonding anyway. This was only ever a formality." So I burned the ceremonial veil. When the whole pack rushed in, I expected outrage. Instead, Donn's mother blamed me for failing to keep my own man. Brianda sobbed that they were fated mates. My own family looked ready to drag me home and bury the scandal before it stained their precious golden daughter. They thought I would cry. They thought I would disappear. They forgot that a cornered woman has nothing left to lose. That night, I walked into the empty chambers of Ansel Carlisle, the legendary Alpha everyone believed dead. I took his silver-pommeled dagger, entered the family council, and cut open my palm before them all. "I pledge myself to the true Alpha," I said. If they wanted to make me a discarded bride, I would make myself untouchable. I bound myself to a dead man and became Ansel Carlisle's widow. Only Ansel was not dead. He came back from the northern border broken, unconscious, and trapped in a soul coma no healer could cure. The family called it a miracle. I called it a disaster. Because now I am not the widow of a fallen hero. I am the Luna of a living Alpha. And according to the healers, I may be the only one who can wake his wolf.”