Rejected by My Fated Alpha, Reborn for Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 758 | Released on: 01/09/2026

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ied every emotion beneath a calm, placid surface. From this moment on, I was Aine Sa

sponsible for teaching etiquette to the young ladies. She was rigid and severe, but

e would be a

open impatiently as I

leather boots stopped in front of the opening. Mrs. Gable's voice

ightened, hesitant posture, my eyes darting to the magnificent manor befor

n me, assessing me. The "w

oice as soft as a mouse, laced wit

ir. I guessed she hadn't expected me to

ely calling her "that old woman

s. Gable's voice hel

y told me about you. They said you were the most respected Elder on th

held out a gloved hand. "According to protocol, you should be assisted f

er hand, jumped down, and was immediately labeled "rude a

e. I placed my small, cold

en. She clearly hadn't e

ful and steady, each step conforming to the strictest aristocratic etiquette. These were thing

shment in her eyes. She had probably expected a clums

ho taught you?" she

oblewoman. I watched how she walked." I offered anothe

at me had changed completely. The scrutiny and disdain w

succeeded in

respects to the Matriarch, Lady Beatrice,

own me any warmth in my past life, only to be disappointe

er the bowing servants. Their faces held a

d me and the few young servants who had

, but I quickly regained my compo

eye. A man in a senior servant's uniform was roughly

g crashed to the ground, the

nd, about to slap the

ice was not loud, but it was

e, including the man with

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Rejected by My Fated Alpha, Reborn for Revenge

Da Caomei Werewolf

“"I, Cornelious Maynard, reject you, Aine Salazar, as my mate." With one sentence, the man I had loved for years destroyed me in front of the entire pack. Then he pulled Isela into his arms-the farmer's daughter who had been switched with me at birth and raised in my place as the beloved Salazar heiress. She had already stolen my family, my mother's love, and my entire childhood. Now she had taken my mate too. But rejecting me wasn't enough. To make his mistress the new Luna, Cornelious accused me of threatening Isela, spying on her, and trying to poison her with wolfsbane. They planted the evidence in my room, bought false witnesses, and dragged me into the dungeon as a traitor. That night, Isela came to finish what they had started. She crushed the bones in my hand beneath her heel and drove silver needles into my body one by one. "You may be the true Salazar heiress," she whispered, "but Mother will always choose me." I died alone on the dungeon floor. But even death refused to set me free. My spirit remained trapped inside Maynard Keep. I watched Cornelious crown Isela as his Luna. I watched her have my loyal maid torn apart for trying to avenge me. I watched her send the poor foster parents who had raised me to the gallows. Years later, Gideon Owen-the useless playboy everyone once mocked-returned as the most feared commander in the kingdom and killed Cornelious and Isela with his own sword. Why had he avenged me? Why did he pick up my forgotten memorial plaque, wipe away the dust, and hold it against his heart as though I had once meant everything to him? Before I could discover the truth, my spirit shattered. When I opened my eyes again, I was twelve years old, sitting in the carriage that would take me back to the Salazar estate. Back to the mother who despised me. Back to the fake heiress who would steal everything from me. Back to the fated mate who would one day murder me for his mistress. They still thought I was a helpless country Omega desperate for their love. They had no idea the woman they murdered had returned. This time, I will uncover every lie, reclaim everything that belongs to me, and make every last one of them pay in blood.”