Rejected and claimed by the alpha beast
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Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.
Chapter 1
Feb 17, 2026
(ELISE’S POV)
“Hurry, Elise, we have to leave soon!” My mother’s voice echoes down the hall as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I place a trembling hand on my chest, trying to steady my rapidly beating heart. How could I possibly stay calm? Especially when today—the day I had been groomed my entire life for—was finally here.
I can’t believe it’s happening. My mating ceremony. The day I’ve waited for, the day I’m supposed to fulfill my duties as my father’s daughter. My father, Chief Dexton Alderman, is the beta leader of our pack, the Sivernight Pack. Today isn’t just important—it’s monumental.
Since I was nine, I’ve known I would be the bride of another pack when I turned nineteen. And yesterday, I crossed that threshold. Everything is supposed to be perfect. I am supposed to be perfect. But as I shudder at the thought of what’s to come, I can’t tell if it’s wedding jitters or something far worse.
I’ve been chosen to be the bride—and Luna—of Alpha Kyren of the Darknight Pack. A strong alpha, the future leader of his tribe, and, according to my father, a "perfect" choice for me. Finally, I would be able to set my wolf free. According to pack law, female wolves are forbidden from changing until they meet their mate. Tonight, under the high moon, that bond would be made whole through our vows—and through his bite, marking me as his.
My body shudders at the thought of being claimed, and my unease grows. I hardly know Kyren; he’s practically a stranger to me. I glance at my perfectly curled red locks falling across my face and push them back with a shaky hand.
“Don’t be nervous. This is what you’ve been waiting for,” I whisper to myself. But before I can dwell further, the door creaks open.
“El?” My mother’s soft voice calls out as she steps into the room. I turn to her, trying to mask my nerves with a feigned smile, but she sees through me as always. “It’s okay to be nervous, my dear,” she says gently. “But I’m glad you’ll finally meet your wolf. It’s a special feeling.”
I nod, forcing a smile, though my insides twist with uncertainty. Something stirs deep within me—a tug I can’t quite identify. My wolf? Or just the weight of my nerves?
She adjusts the ceremonial cloak draped over me. Her face is partly obscured by a dark, sheer veil, but her kind brown eyes glance out the window. The high moon is visible now, signaling it’s time.
“Mom, I—”
My words are cut off as the door swings open violently. My father, Chief Dexton, strides in, his gaze cold and commanding. My mother immediately bows to him in submission, as is expected of her. I’ve grown used to this dynamic, but it doesn’t make me hate it any less. His authority is rooted in fear, and we’ve learned to obey without question.
“We need to leave now, child,” he barks. His tone leaves no room for argument. Silently, I follow him out.
We leave our mansion, passing Delta guards who salute us as we walk. They form a straight line, leading us to the grand ancestral auditorium where the ceremony will take place. The ancient space is awe-inspiring, its glass roof designed to let the high moonlight cascade in. At the center stands a raised altar where mates are bonded.
My pulse quickens as I spot the unfamiliar cloaks of the Darknight wolves. Only two figures stand apart—Kyren and his father, Chief Jon—while their guards remain stationed outside, mirroring ours.
Alpha Jon’s assessing gaze sends a chill through me. His scrutiny feels like he’s appraising an object, not a person. My father exchanges curt greetings with him, while Kyren stands tall, his six-foot frame exuding power. His dark eyes are fixed on me, filled with a mix of lust and an unreadable intensity.
“Elise,” my father’s booming voice pulls me back to reality. The Gamma priestess gestures for me to ascend the altar. It’s time.
I remove my cloak, the cold air brushing against my skin, making my nipples harden beneath the thin silk of my dress. The garment, a traditional attire for the ceremony, leaves little to the imagination. Its purpose is twofold: to symbolize baring oneself to one’s mate and to avoid destroying clothes during the transformation into wolves.
I climb the cold steps, my long red hair cascading down to partially shield my chest. Kyren stands at the altar, his chest marked with white moon symbols identical to the ones etched onto my collarbone. Despite the ritualistic setting, he remains clothed in dark pants.
“Magnificent,” he murmurs, his gaze devouring me. His words send a shiver down my spine, but I bite my lip, suppressing the urge to retreat.
The ceremony begins, and Kyren’s low growl sets my insides alight. The moonlight intensifies, heating my skin. Pain surges through me, and I collapse to my knees, steam rising from my body. I scream as agony consumes me. Is this what transformation feels like? Why isn’t it happening?
Kyren grabs my hair, forcing me to look at him. His voice is sharp with disdain. “She dares defy my orders to change? Is this some kind of joke?” The room fills with whispers, and I hear my father mutter, “This must be a mistake.”
“You dare bring a defective wolf to us?” Jon roars.
Before I can respond, another wave of pain wracks my body. This time, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the shallow moon pool. My breath catches. My hair, once entirely red, now has a streak of silvery white. My dark brown eyes have turned a vivid ocean blue. Gasps ripple through the crowd.
Jon’s furious voice cuts through the tension. “You brought a cursed wolf to us? That white streak—it’s a trait of the Calhan tribe. They were wiped out. What is the meaning of this?”
My father rounds on my mother, his hand clutching her throat as he slams her against the wall. “You whore! Whose cursed child is this? Did you let that man touch you?”
My mother sobs. “I don’t know, Dexton! I swear, she’s yours!”
Her words strike me like a blow. Dexton isn’t my father?
“Look at me,” Kyren commands, his voice a growl. I meet his gaze, defiance flaring within me. A rumble builds in my throat. I won’t submit. I won’t yield.
Kyren snarls. “A stubborn bitch, are you? Not even obedient to your alpha.”
“Enough,” Jon says. “The bond is incomplete. By tradition, we kill the weak.”
Despair grips me as I look at my father, but he turns away coldly. “If that pleases you, she’s yours to punish,” he says, breaking my heart.
“Father, please—” I beg, but he’s already dragging my mother away.
Kyren’s hand tightens around my throat. “I reject you, Elise Alderman, as my mate!” His voice echoes, sealing my fate.
The last sound I hear is my mother’s scream. Then silence. And I know my once-perfect life has crumbled into a nightmare.
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