Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha

Chapter 3

Word Count: 980 | Released on: 23/06/2026

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, I did not wait

ourning. I pulled my hair back into a severe knot at the nape of my neck. M

lls of the manor, my destinati

eavy doors, the argument

a's husband. Donn's grandfather. Father to Euan and to Ansel, the lost Alpha whose name still hung over this house like a funeral bell. He looked frail,

ind her voice. "What is

the room, my steps measured and even, u

hand, I he

m weirwood, the pommel a silver wolf's head with sapphire eyes. It was Ansel Carl

his?" Euan demanded, his

he polished steel glint

poke, was clear and st

nd abandoned by Donn Carlisle at

a stark reminder of the shame t

s forsaken by their intended at the altar has the right to petition the Moon Go

isive snort. "You

nd. My focus was

, "to pledge my fealty and my spirit to the true hero of

of breath sucked t

ry and live out my days bound to him, ensuring the nam

followed was ab

r. "She's mad! Utterly insane! You, a W

to his mother for guidance.

hing-understanding, calculation, perhaps even admirat

aking a mate of his own. If I bound myself to him now, the family could turn my ruin into his final love story: the wronged bride who chose loyalty to a fallen hero over disgrace, the lonely Alpha mourned by

leaned forward. "Do you understand what you are aski

e unwavering. "I will be a Car

d. An identity they c

ds me, her cane tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on

el's dagger

er eyes searching my face. "A vow of this nature i

nt, she drew the tip of the dagger across my palm. A line of red welled

her voice like the grinding of stones. "But know this. Should you ever be unfai

grip surprisingly strong, and tu

te is of this house. She is Ansel C

orked once, but no command came out. Neither of them could touc

cut burn deeper. It was pain. It was proof. A few drops

e. A

could never drag me

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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.”