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Rejected By My Fated Alpha, Claimed By His Rival

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 879    |    Released on: 12/11/2026

ancestors cast long shadows over the damp earth. I lay a single white

aughter finds out - by watching the men who came after her treat her chair as furniture. The trust s

as grief. It is not gr

heading for the e

al black sweater, hands in his pockets. The momen

the silver-thread charm. He grabs my hand

lift and take h

that instant a current should run through the skin, boil the blood, wreck

es at his fingertips as if the flesh there has gone numb. Something like

f a boss handing down orders. "Stand in the viewing stand and lend

ay. Flat.

sense of boundaries he has. He treats me l

ity on her, brought her into the New Moon Pack's corporate

and Leo have let Selene seep

kly at the wall - talking to Selene in secret through the pack's mind link. Every time I caught

suddenly, cutting through the memory. "Once our Binding Cere

harm in my hand. "No

brushing his, and not a si

ur's phone ring

iberately loud enough for me to hear. "Throwing a princess fit. She

people have no sense of propriet

e: a vast stone building swallowed in dark ivy, far from t

n a heavy iron box. Inside lies an ancient silver ring, solid and weighty - the Luna relic my fa

me to leave that honor to the dead rat

ce echoes

eous irritation. And behind his mental frequency, Arthur's arrogant low voice rolls through the link: "Let

y focus on the mental thread

it apart. The bond itself stays -

where I cannot follow, and she will not come

in in my heart, and yet I feel lighter than I

t. There is a number in it that I save

long time. Then I put it back whe

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Rejected By My Fated Alpha, Claimed By His Rival
Rejected By My Fated Alpha, Claimed By His Rival
“In the werewolf world, the Blue Moon Ceremony is everything. I am a pureblood. At that ceremony my fated mate was supposed to stand beside me and name me Luna in front of the whole pack. Instead, the three men I loved most - my mate, my oldest friend, and my own brother - carried my three moonstones to another woman's altar and dared me to make a scene. I did not make a scene. I stood under the blue moon and let them watch me do nothing at all. They took my silence for surrender. This is what it cost them.”