The Alpha Who Hated Me (eBook)

Rejected By The Cold Alpha

Annypen (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
530 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-108456-8 (ISBN)

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'I reject you,' he says clearly. Loudly. Making sure everyone hears. 'I, Ronan Nightbane, reject the false bond between us. I reject any claim you think you have on me.' 

The words hit like lightning. The bond convulses. Twists. Begins to tear apart at the edges.

But it doesn't break. Can't break. Real bonds forged by the Moon Goddess are stronger than words. Stronger than denial.

She came to survive.

He was born to rule.

Fate made them mates.

And that's where the nightmare began.

 Evangeline has spent her life on the edge-unwanted, unclaimed, surviving in the shadows of Crescent Moon Pack.

An omega by blood, an outcast by choice.

She's learned to keep her head down and her scars hidden.

When her dying uncle begs her to enroll at Blackclaw Academy-a school built on bloodlines, brutality, and unforgiving rules-she agrees.

For him, not for herself.

She expected whispers. Glares. Cruelty.

What she didn't expect was Ronan Nightbane-the future Alpha. Cold. Untouchable. Worshipped. Feared.

And the one the Moon Goddess bound her soul to.

Being his mate should've meant protection. Belonging. Destiny.

But Ronan wants none of it.

He rejects her in front of everyone. Mocks her. Marks her as nothing more than a mistake.

But Evangeline doesn't break.

Not for him. Not for anyone.

Because the power buried inside her was never meant to be found.

The truth in her blood could burn the entire pack system to the ground.

And Ronan-no matter how hard he fights it-can't stay away.

 

Their bond is poisonous. Addictive. Dangerous.

And when war creeps closer and secrets claw their way into the light, he'll have to make a brutal choice:

Reject her... or ruin them both.

Book 2 in Alpha Omega Opposites Attract Romance Series. A must-read for rejected mate romance, wolf shifter romance & fated mates academy romance lovers.

 

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Chapter52:

**Evangeline's POV**

My tiny apartment felt like a prison cell. The walls pressed in on me from all sides, making it hard to breathe. I'd been pacing the same three steps back and forth for hours, my bare feet wearing a path in the old carpet.

The council meeting felt like it happened years ago instead of just this morning. Everything had changed so fast. One moment I thought I was going to be expelled, thrown out with nothing. The next, Ronan was standing up for me like some kind of hero.

Then he'd crushed me all over again.

"Don't read anything into it."

The words played on repeat in my head, each time cutting deeper than the last. I pressed my hands against my ears, trying to make them stop, but they were burned into my memory now.

"I would have done the same for any pack member."

I sank onto my bed, pulling my knees to my chest. The springs creaked under my weight, the sound lonely in the quiet room. Outside, rain started to fall against my window, soft at first, then harder.

How could he defend me so fiercely in front of everyone, then turn around and destroy me with a few cold words? How could he make me believe, even for a moment, that I mattered to him?

"You mean nothing."

A sob ripped from my chest, raw and broken. But beneath the pain, anger bubbled up like poison. How dare he? How dare he save me just to crush me? How dare he make me hope?

I wanted to scream. To throw something. To march over to his house and demand answers. But all I could do was sit here and fall apart while he probably slept peacefully, not caring that he'd shattered me.

My hands clenched into fists so tight my nails drew blood from my palms. The bond in my chest pulsed weakly, like a wounded animal trying to crawl toward him despite everything. I pressed my hand against it, wishing I could rip it out.

"Stop," I whispered to the connection that wouldn't die. "Just stop."

My chest ached where the bond lived. It pulsed weakly, like a dying heartbeat. Every cruel word Ronan had spoken had damaged it somehow, making it smaller and more fragile.

But it was still there. Still connecting us despite everything he'd said.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and looked around my small space. The apartment Uncle Marcus had left me was barely big enough for one person. A bed, a tiny kitchen, a bathroom with a shower that only worked half the time. The furniture was old and worn, bought from thrift stores or found on street corners.

But it was mine. The only thing in the world that belonged to me.

Rain drummed against the single window that faced the street. The glass was old and warped, making everything outside look wavy and strange. I could see streetlights flickering through the drops, their yellow glow casting dancing shadows on my walls.

I thought about calling Luna. She'd left three messages on my phone since the council meeting, each one more worried than the last. But I couldn't bring myself to pick up. How could I explain what happened? How could I tell her that the boy I was falling for kept saving me just to hurt me?

The radiator in the corner clanked and hissed, fighting to warm the cold air. I pulled my sweater tighter around myself and walked to the window. The street below was empty except for a few parked cars. Most people were home with their families, safe and warm.

I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and closed my eyes. Maybe I should just leave. Pack my few belongings and disappear before things got worse. Before Celeste found another way to destroy me. Before Ronan broke my heart completely.

But where would I go? I had no money, no family, no friends outside of Blackclaw Academy. This broken-down apartment and that school were my entire world.

A movement outside caught my eye. I lifted my head and peered through the rain-streaked glass.

A figure stood across the street, partially hidden by the shadows between two streetlights. Tall and broad-shouldered, wearing dark clothes that blended with the night.

My heart stopped beating. Then started again, double-time.

Ronan.

He stood perfectly still, staring up at my window. Even through the rain and the warped glass, I could see his face clearly. The sharp line of his jaw. The way his dark hair stuck to his forehead from the rain. The way his shoulders hunched like he was carrying the weight of the world.

What was he doing here?

My body moved without my permission. I pressed my hands against the window, my breath fogging the glass. A war raged inside my chest - fury at his cruelty battling against the desperate need to understand why he kept doing this to us.

Did he come here to hurt me more? To watch me suffer? Or was there something else? Something that made him stand in the rain like a lost soul?

I should ignore him. Should close the curtains and pretend I never saw him. He'd made his feelings clear enough.

But I couldn't move. Couldn't look away. Because despite everything, despite all the pain he'd caused, my treacherous heart still jumped at the sight of him.

I watched him for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes. He didn't move. Didn't try to come closer or call out. He just stood there in the rain, looking up at my window like he was trying to memorize it.

Then, as suddenly as he'd appeared, he turned and started walking away.

"No," I whispered, my hands flat against the glass. The word came out desperate, broken. "Don't go. Not again."

But he was already disappearing into the darkness, his figure getting smaller and smaller until I couldn't see him anymore.

The fury that had been building inside me exploded. He couldn't keep doing this. Couldn't keep showing up just to leave me with more questions. Couldn't keep playing with my heart like it was some kind of toy.

I grabbed my jacket from the hook by the door, my movements sharp and angry. I was done being the girl who sat in her room crying. Done letting him control when and how he hurt me.

My hands shook as I fumbled with the locks. There were three of them - Uncle Marcus had been paranoid about security. By the time I got them all open and ran down the narrow staircase to the street, Ronan was gone.

The rain soaked through my jacket within seconds. I stood on the sidewalk, turning in circles, searching for any sign of him. But the street was empty.

"Ronan!" I called out, not caring if I woke the neighbors. "I know you're out there!"

Only the rain answered me.

I was about to give up and go back inside when my wolf suddenly went rigid inside my mind.

Danger, she whispered. Hide.

The warning hit me like ice water. My wolf had never been wrong about threats. I froze on the sidewalk, every instinct screaming at me to run.

That's when I felt it. Eyes boring into me from the darkness. Not friendly or curious. Predatory.

I turned slowly, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.

There, across the street where Ronan had been standing, I saw it.

A silver eye.

The same eye that had watched me in the forest after the hollow wolf attack. It glowed in the darkness like a coin, fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

My wolf cowered deeper, whimpering. Run, she urged. Run now.

My blood turned to ice. This wasn't Ronan. This was something else. Something that had been watching me, following me, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The eye didn't blink. Didn't move. It just stared at me with a hunger that made every survival instinct I had scream in terror.

"Who are you?" I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.

The eye tilted slightly, like whoever owned it was considering my question. Then, just like in the forest, it was gone.

I ran across the street, my feet splashing through puddles. But there was no one there. Just empty sidewalk and the faint scent of something that reminded me of old graves.

My hands trembled as I looked around desperately. The street was completely empty now, but I could still feel that silver eye on me. Could still sense someone watching from the shadows.

I backed toward my apartment building, my heart hammering against my ribs. Whatever was out there, it had been following me. Waiting for me to be alone and vulnerable.

The thought sent terror racing through my veins. I turned and ran for my door, fumbling with my keys. Behind me, I heard the soft sound of footsteps on wet pavement.

They were following me.

I got the door open and slammed it shut behind me, turning all three locks with shaking hands. Then I pressed my back against the wood, gasping for breath.

Through the small window in the door, I could see the street outside. Empty. Silent except for the rain.

But I knew someone was out there. Someone with silver eyes who had been watching me for who knows how long.

I climbed the stairs to my apartment on unsteady legs. Every shadow looked like a threat now. Every sound made me jump.

Back in my room, I went straight to the window. The street below looked normal. Just parked cars and streetlights and rain. But I knew better now.

I pulled the thin curtains closed and stepped back. My whole body was shaking, from cold and fear and something else I couldn't name.

Ronan had been here. Standing in the rain, watching my window like he was trying to work up the courage to knock. But he'd left without saying a word.

And someone else had been watching too. Someone with a silver eye who disappeared like smoke whenever I got too close.

I sank onto my bed, pulling a blanket...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 22.10.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• ISBN-10: 0-00-108456-9 / 0001084569
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-108456-8 / 9780001084568