Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Alpha King

Chapter 3

Word Count: 923 | Released on: 22/07/2026

Alvar

Shadow Sentinels. The Royal Court hadn't replied yet, bu

anding I come out and scrub the new Luna's bedsheets, I simply ignored them. Fletcher and Darla were too busy preparing for he

bang,

t fist. Clara, the personal maid of the dowager Luna, Genevie

y dropping my title. "The old Luna requests y

smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on my elegant, dark velvet gown-one of the few things they hadn't managed

tting in the center of a plush sofa. The moment my eyes landed

exquisite, blood-red ruby necklace

ed, her voice dripping with artificial, sickenin

raight and regal. Her fake smile stiffened for a fraction of a second

ronged, Harper. But let's be honest between us women... Darla is just a rough, unrefined brute. She has spent her life rolling in the mud and blood

rform, my heart

y secret. "So, my dear, why lower yourself to bicker with a brute? I heard you froze the pack accounts out of a little... childish jealousy. Unfreeze them. Pay for the merchants and th

laugh. The temperature in

I locked eyes with her. "Then you, Lady Genevieve, are a greedy, two-faced

olent mask slipping entirely to reve

You are Fletcher's woman! The Alvarado wealth belongs to the Terrell Pack! You have no right to freeze the accounts! Fletcher needs her

ing pressure over the room. "I dragged you out of the grave with my gold. I fed your starving wolves. And

shrank back into the sof

word dripping with lethal intent. "From this moment on, the Terrell Pack will not see a single coppe

the situation. Panic flooded her eyes. "Your marriage to Fletcher is bound by Pac

ck of thieving betrayers, or with the orphaned dau

l the color drained from her face. "The... T

g to look at her pathetic, dread

the way, my lady. Good luck paying the merchants for tomorrow's grand feast. I'm sure Darl

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Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Alpha King

Yi Yanni Werewolf

“My husband returned from a year of war, but he didn't come back alone. At the grand victory banquet, he intertwined his fingers with a fierce female warrior and publicly demanded I hand over the Luna ring, demoting me to a lowly concubine. "Darla is my True Mate. Your family is nothing but a dead, rotting graveyard! Letting you stay as a concubine is my greatest charity!" he announced coldly. His mother, wearing the expensive silk I bought for her, condescendingly told me to learn my place and be grateful. They seemed to have forgotten that for the past year, it was I who hollowed out my entire dowry to keep their bankrupt Pack from starving. It was I who coughed up blood to drag that old hag back from the gates of hell. They thought weaponizing the brutal massacre of my entire family would break me, turning me into their obedient, unpaid blood bag forever. Instead of crying, I calmly took off the ring, gave them a flawless curtsy, and walked away. The moment I turned my back, I cut off their food, their winter coal, and every single copper coin. Then, carrying the martyred blood and glory of my father and six brothers, I marched straight to the Alpha King's palace. Fletcher, you thought your little border skirmish merits could secure your true love? Then I will use the seven lives of my martyred family to get a Royal Decree, strip you of your military command, and take back every penny! I can't wait to see how your 'True Mate' and your glorious Pack survive the harsh winter on 'love' alone. I will watch you crawl to my gates, begging for a moldy scrap of bread.”