Alpha's Rejected and Forgotten Mate (eBook)

A Hidden Child and Redemption Romance

Callie Wolfe (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
653 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-110563-8 (ISBN)

Infos

What happens when the mate you rejected returns with the heir you never knew existed?

Five years ago, Alpha Darius Vark shattered his fated mate's heart, casting Lyra Thorne into exile for being 'too weak' to stand beside him. What he didn't know? She was carrying his child.

Now his pack is dying from an ancient curse, and only pure Alpha bloodline can break it. When a mysterious power surge echoes across the supernatural realm, Darius recognizes the magical signature-his own.

Deep in the forbidden Whispering Hollows, he finds the mate he destroyed... and the silver-eyed son whose very existence could save them all. But Lyra is no longer the broken omega he cast aside. She's become something dangerous, powerful, and absolutely stunning in her fury.

She'll do anything to protect their child. He'll do anything to earn her forgiveness. Their enemies will do anything to claim the boy's world-shattering abilities.

As rival Alphas circle and ancient prophecies awaken, Darius must prove he's worthy of redemption while Lyra battles to trust the man who once destroyed her world. But when their son's unstable magic threatens to tear reality apart, they'll have to work together-or watch everything they love burn.

Can a shattered mate bond be reforged? Can love triumph over betrayal? And can their family survive the supernatural war brewing on the horizon?

A scorching second-chance romance packed with fated mates, hidden heirs, pack politics, and enough steam to melt your kindle. 

Warning: Contains a brooding Alpha who grovels properly, a fierce Luna who takes no prisoners, adorable father-son bonding, explosive magic, political intrigue.

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One

Chapter 1: The Dying Pack

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maya’s pov

The moon hung like a dead eye in the sky, casting shadows that felt more like warnings than light. I pressed my back against the rough bark of an ancient oak, watching Alpha Darius Vark pace the sacred circle like a caged wolf. His silver eyes caught the moonlight, but there was no warmth there. Only desperation.

“The ritual has failed again,” Elder Garrick’s voice cracked like old leather. “Three months in a row, Alpha. The pack grows weaker.”

I shouldn’t be here. Beta wolves weren’t supposed to witness the moon ceremonies, but something had pulled me from my cabin tonight. Maybe it was the dreams. Maybe it was the way the forest whispered warnings that made my skin crawl.

Darius stopped pacing. His massive frame went rigid. “How much weaker?”

“Two more deaths this week,” Garrick said. “Old Henrik and young Petra. Their wolves simply… faded. Like someone snuffed out candles.”

A shiver ran down my spine. I’d known Petra. She was barely twenty, full of life just days ago. Now she was gone because our pack was cursed, and no one knew why.

“The arranged mating should have worked,” Luna Celeste’s voice cut through the night air like a blade. She stepped into the circle, her dark hair flowing behind her like spilled ink. Beautiful. Cold. Everything an Alpha’s mate should be on the surface. “I’ve done everything required of me.”

Darius’s jaw tightened. “And yet we have no heir.”

“Perhaps the problem isn’t with me,” Celeste snapped back.

The tension between them crackled like lightning before a storm. I held my breath, afraid even the smallest sound would give away my hiding spot.

“The bloodline magic should be strong enough,” Garrick said, his ancient hands shaking as he consulted a worn book. “Your father’s line, your grandfather’s… it goes back generations.”

“Then why isn’t it working?” Darius’s voice was barely controlled rage.

“Maybe,” Garrick paused, his eyes distant, “maybe it’s not about bloodline strength. Maybe it’s about… purity.”

“What do you mean?”

“The old texts speak of true mate bonds. Not arranged ones. They say the deepest magic comes from…” He trailed off.

“From what?” Darius stepped closer to the elder, and I saw something flicker across his face. Pain? Regret?

“From love freely given,” Garrick whispered. “From bonds chosen by the moon goddess herself.”

Celeste laughed, but it was sharp and bitter. “You’re talking about fated mates. Fairy tales.”

“Am I?” Garrick’s eyes fixed on Darius. “Tell me, Alpha. Have you ever felt that pull? That undeniable connection to someone that made your wolf sing?”

The silence stretched like a rubber band about to snap. I watched Darius’s face change, shadows shifting across his features. When he spoke, his voice was so quiet I almost missed it.

“Once.”

“And what happened to her?”

Another long pause. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves above my head. I pressed deeper into the shadows, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“I rejected her,” Darius said finally.

The words hit the clearing like a physical blow. Even Celeste went still.

“You what?” Garrick’s voice was barely a whisper.

“She was weak. Omega born. Not fit to be Luna of the Shadowmere Pack.” Darius’s words were clipped, controlled, but I heard something underneath. Something that sounded like agony. “I did what was best for the pack.”

“And where is she now?”

“Gone. I don’t know where. It’s been five years.”

“Five years,” Garrick repeated slowly. “And when did the curse begin?”

I watched the realization dawn on Darius’s face like a sunrise nobody wanted to see.

“No,” he breathed.

“The timing matches, doesn’t it?” Garrick pressed. “The pack’s decline started right after you severed a true mate bond.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Is it? You rejected the moon goddess’s chosen mate. You think that comes without consequences?”

Celeste stepped forward, her face twisted with fury. “You’re saying this is his fault? That some pathetic omega girl is more important than me?”

“I’m saying,” Garrick’s voice was steady as stone, “that breaking a true mate bond creates ripples. Dark ones. The kind that can curse entire bloodlines.”

“Fix it,” Darius commanded. “Tell me how to fix it.”

“I don’t know if you can. The damage might be—”

A scream split the night air.

We all froze. It came from the direction of the pack houses, high and desperate and full of pain.

“Another one,” Celeste whispered.

Darius was already running, his body shifting mid-stride. Bones cracked and reformed as his wolf took over, a massive black beast that disappeared into the treeline. Celeste followed, but she stayed human, her heels clicking against the stone path.

Garrick remained in the circle, staring up at the dead moon.

I waited until they were all gone before I crept closer.

“You heard all of that, didn’t you, young Maya?”

I jumped, my heart nearly stopping. The old elder hadn’t moved, but somehow he knew I was there.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Come here, child.”

My legs felt like water, but I stepped into the moonlight. Garrick turned to face me, and his eyes were sadder than I’d ever seen them.

“You knew her, didn’t you? The rejected mate.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Lyra Thorne,” he said softly. “Sweet girl. Gentle. They said she was weak, but I always thought there was something special about her. Something the others couldn’t see.”

“She was my friend,” I managed. “Before… before everything happened.”

“And you never heard from her after she left?”

I shook my head. “She just vanished. One day she was here, and the next…” I swallowed hard. “We all thought she was dead.”

“Maybe she wanted you to think that.”

“What do you mean?”

Garrick closed his ancient book with a soft thud. “The Whispering Hollows aren’t just cursed land, Maya. They’re sanctuary too. For those who have nowhere else to go.”

My blood turned to ice. “You think she went into the Hollows?”

“I think a desperate, broken-hearted girl might have run to the one place no one would follow her.”

“But no one survives the Hollows. The stories—”

“The stories are told by wolves who never tried.” Garrick’s eyes met mine. “What if I told you that tonight’s scream wasn’t from another pack member dying?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if I told you it was something else entirely? Something that might change everything?”

Before I could ask what he meant, another sound reached us. Not a scream this time, but something that made my wolf whimper and cower.

A howl. But not like any I’d ever heard.

It was pure power, raw and untamed. It spoke of strength beyond measure, of magic that could reshape the world. And underneath it all, I heard something impossible.

A child’s voice.

“What was that?” I whispered.

Garrick smiled, but it was grim. “That, my dear, was the sound of consequences coming home to roost.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.” He gathered his book and started walking toward the pack houses. “Tell me, Maya, what do you know about Alpha bloodlines?”

I hurried to keep up with his slow but steady pace. “They’re the strongest. The purest. They can command any wolf.”

“And what happens when an Alpha bloodline is combined with true mate magic?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Power beyond imagination. The kind that could save a dying pack. Or destroy everything in its path.”

We reached the edge of the settlement, and I could see chaos ahead. Pack members were gathered around something, their voices raised in excitement and fear.

“Garrick,” I grabbed his arm. “What aren’t you telling me?”

He stopped and looked at me with eyes that had seen too much. “Five years ago, Lyra Thorne ran into the Whispering Hollows, broken and alone. What none of us knew was that she was carrying more than just heartbreak.”

My mouth went dry. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 17.11.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-110563-9 / 0001105639
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-110563-8 / 9780001105638