Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha

Chapter 4

Word Count: 972 | Released on: 23/06/2026

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of rooms in the main wing. They were spacious and well-appointed, situated ad

s. Her demeanor was professionally respectful, but her eyes held a co

from the turmoil in my mind. I had a name, a roof over my head, but I was surrounded by ene

w, trying to formulate my n

t wasn't the fire alarm. This was a deeper, more urgent tone-the s

eard running footsteps in the hall, hushe

sion tightened in

sure shattered. Her face was as white as a sheet, her lips trembli

her voice barely a whisper. "The Matria

. Servants were weeping with joy, guards were clapping each other on the back

ching the arm of a warrior who looked as if he'd ridden for days without rest. He was c

t loyal friend. He was supposed to be in the nort

with emotion, but it carried acros

The Alpha..

rlisle let out a choked gasp, her face losing all co

froze. The world t

ad just bound myself to

ush site, shielded from view. He was gravely injured, unresponsive, trapped in a coma so deep they h

oy streaming down her face. "Get the finest

ubilant chaos, dozens

idow. The t

ory. I was the bonded mate of a living, breathing, comatose Alpha. My carefully cons

, they brou

s flanking him. Eleonora led me to his rooms-the r

s face was pale, his body battered, but ruin had not managed to make him small. Scars, both old and new, crisscrossed his skin. But even in th

man named Alistair Shaw, was brought in. Afte

"But his spirit... his Inner Wolf... it was a grievous blow. The lin

leonora asked, he

e tomorrow, or he could... fade. If his wolf does not answer his call withi

was alive, but on borrowed time. Breath remained in his bo

aving me alone in the quiet room w

and fall of his chest. My fate was now tied to th

d uncertainty that the silence

ed to be dead, and waited for some sign that the Godd

hest

nly answer the

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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.”