Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess
Cora Snow has always been the outcast of the Lincoln Pack. At twenty, her wolf remains dormant, leaving her weak, overlooked, and an easy target for ridicule. She’s invisible, until the night her wolf finally awakens.
That same night, Cain, the Alpha’s enigmatic son, returns to the pack, accompanied by Cora’s sister, the golden image of everything Cora is not. Fate strikes cruelly: Cain, her destined mate, rejects her before she can even speak. Humiliated and broken, Cora flees, disappearing into the shadows of the wilderness. And no one, neither her pack nor her own family bats an eye. To them, she has always been nothing.
But Cora is far from nothing. What begins as a quiet spark of survival quickly ignites into a force no one could anticipate. The weak wolf they scorned is about to become the most powerful, feared, and untouchable creature the pack has ever known. And when destiny calls, the girl they laughed at will have the power to rewrite everything.....including Cain’s heart.
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Chapter: Chapter 185 Hannah's POV The vision began with a heartbeat. Not mine. Someone else's. Slow. Ancient. Powerful. It echoed through my head once. Twice. Then the world disappeared. --- At first there was only darkness. The kind that existed before the first sunrise. Before kingdoms. Before wolves. Before vampires. Before history remembered itself. Then Light. A valley stretched before me, untouched by civilization. Mountains pierced the clouds in the distance while an enormous silver lake reflected the moon overhead. Except... There were two moons. One white. One crimson. A shiver raced down my spine. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't the future. This had already happened. Somehow... I was watching the past. People emerged from the forest. Not ordinary people. The first thing I noticed was the silence. No conversations. No laughter. Only purpose. On one side stood wolves. Dozens of them. Massive. Powerful. They shifte
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: Chapter 184 Atreus POV The summons arrived before sunrise. Most people imagined vampire politics as dramatic declarations delivered by cloaked messengers. Reality was considerably less theatrical. A single black envelope rested on the desk in my study when I woke. No servant had seen who placed it there. No guards had sensed anyone entering the estate. The crimson seal pressed into the wax bore only one symbol. A sun encircled by thirteen stars. The Council of Daywalkers. There were only two reasons the elders convened the full council. War. Or prophecy. I broke the seal. A single line had been written in elegant handwriting. The council gathers at first light. Attendance is required. No signature. There didn't need to be one. --- The council chamber lay beneath one of the oldest buildings in Los Angeles. From the outside, it appeared to be nothing more than an abandoned cathedral swallowed by time. Inside, it was another matter entirely. Ancient ston
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: Chapter 183 Hannah's POV Anger was exhausting. I'd always imagined it would feel powerful. Instead, it felt heavy. Like carrying a backpack filled with rocks everywhere I went. The worst part wasn't even the anger itself. It was how much energy it took to stay angry at someone I still loved. Every morning I woke up determined to hate Atreus a little more. Every night I went to bed remembering something that made hating him impossible. The way he'd laughed when Anton accused him of being suspicious simply because he never blinked enough. The patient way he'd explained vampire history because I'd been genuinely curious. The afternoon we'd spent at the beach, arguing over whether seagulls were evil. His terrible sense of humor. The quiet smile he'd always worn whenever I started rambling about books. Those memories refused to disappear. I hated them. Mostly because they made me smile. And smiling felt dangerously close to forgiving him. I wasn't ready for that.
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: Chapter 182 Atreus POV I called Hannah six times. She answered none of them. The first time, I told myself she needed space. The second, I reminded myself she had every right to ignore me. By the sixth call, I stopped trying to justify it. She wasn't ready to speak to me. Maybe she never would be. The thought sat heavily in my chest as I lowered the phone and stared out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. Morning sunlight poured into the room, bathing the city below in warm gold. Normally, I enjoyed mornings. Daywalkers always did. It reminded us that we were different from the rest of our kind. Today, I barely noticed it. The text I sent to her was on delivered. I had sent only one text. I'm sorry. Nothing more. No explanations. No excuses. Nothing that demanded a response. She'd read it an hour ago. She hadn't answered. I deserved that. A knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in." The office door opened. Tyler stepped inside.
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Chapter: Chapter 181 Hannah's POV If there was one thing I had learned over the past three years, it was that pretending was easier than feeling. Pretend I wasn't homesick. Pretend I didn't miss my family. Pretend Damon's death hadn't left behind questions I could never answer. Pretend I was fine. Eventually, if I pretended long enough, I almost believed it. So naturally, I tried the same thing with Atreus. It lasted exactly one morning. I woke before sunrise after spending most of the night staring at my bedroom ceiling. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. The way he'd smiled after kissing me. The warmth of his hand against my cheek. Then the look on his face when the vampire elder had asked the question. Does she know she's your soulmate? I groaned and buried my face beneath my pillow. "I hate you," I muttered. Unfortunately, my heart didn't seem to agree. A knock sounded on my bedroom door. "Hannah?" Anton. "I'm alive." "Good." "You've been in there for
Last Updated: 2026-06-27
Chapter: Chapter 180Devon's POV I had always hated being compared to my brother. Not because Damon was a bad person. Not because I disliked him. The problem was simpler than that. People looked at twins and assumed they were identical. They weren't. Not really. Not where it mattered. Damon was fire. Impulse. Movement. The kind of person who made decisions first and worried about consequences later. I preferred certainty. Facts. Patience. I liked understanding a situation before stepping into it. Damon liked kicking the door open and figuring things out afterward. It had driven our mother insane. Our father too. Me? I had learned a long time ago that trying to keep up with Damon was pointless. He wasn't meant to be followed. He was a storm. Storms went where they wanted. That was why we eventually drifted apart. Not because we hated each other. Because we lived different lives. When Damon left the Blackwater territory years ago, nobody was particular
Last Updated: 2026-06-26
Revenge of The Woods Heiress.
Betrayed. Murdered. Reborn.
Astrid Woods, the only daughter of billionaire Arthur Woods, believed she had married the love of her life.
Instead, Adam Pierce married her for her inheritance.
Together with her best friend Miley Perez, they poisoned her father, stole her empire, and left her to die with the child growing inside her.
But death was not the end.
Astrid wakes up the night before her wedding.
This time, the naive heiress is gone.
In her place stands a woman with one goal.
Revenge.
She will ruin Adam.
She will destroy Miley.
And she will make them beg for mercy.
But just when her revenge begins, a powerful man returns to her life.
Ares Antonovich, the billionaire who once loved her, now stands by her side.
And he holds a secret that could change everything.
Because in this life…
Astrid is not the only one who came back from the dead.
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Chapter: Chapter 48 Astrid’s POV I woke slowly. Not because I was rested. But because my body felt like it belonged to someone else. Heavy. Slow. For a few quiet seconds, I simply stared upward. White ceiling. Soft light. A room I didn’t recognize. Silence pressed around me. No voices. No footsteps. No panic. Just stillness. My mind floated through the quiet haze before reality struck all at once. The bar. Miley. The drinks. The hotel. The man. My breath caught violently. I sat up too fast. The room tilted. A sharp wave of dizziness rolled through me so suddenly I grabbed the edge of the bed. My pulse began climbing. Too fast.........too hard. Memory came in flashes. Miley smiling. The hotel room. Hands grabbing my arms. The sound of camera flashes. A strange man climbing onto the bed. My chest tightened so hard it hurt. I swung my legs over the side of the mattress. Something hot and bitter climbed my throat. I hated it. Hated w
Last Updated: 2026-06-03
Chapter: Chapter 47 Third-Person POV Miley Perez had always believed fear was something that happened to other people. Fear was for weak girls crying in bathrooms after heartbreaks. For desperate men losing money. For people without power. Miley had spent too many years surviving to become one of those people. But tonight, Tonight, for the first time in a very long time She was afraid. The heels she had abandoned somewhere during her escape were gone now. Her bare feet slapped against wet pavement as she hurried down the dim alley behind the nightclub, clutching her phone tightly enough to hurt. Her breathing came fast. Uneven. Panicked. The image of Ares Antonovich standing in that hotel room would not leave her mind. Those eyes. God. She had seen angry men before. Adam when business deals failed. Clients when they lost money. Her father during drunken rages years ago. But Ares? Ares had looked like the kind of man who could kill without raising his voice. And worse He had looked
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
Chapter: Chapter 46 Third-Person POV It did not take Astrid all at once. It swallowed her in pieces. First her legs. Then her hands. Then her voice. She could still hear. Still think. Still feel. And that was the cruelest part. Her body had become a prison she could not command. She felt hands beneath her arms dragging her across tile. Her shoes scraped weakly against the floor, then disappeared from her feet altogether. Voices moved around her in muffled waves, warped and distorted by the drug flooding through her system. “Put her on the bed.” “She’s heavier than she looks.” Miley laughed. Astrid tried to move. Nothing happened. Terror clawed up her throat. No Not like this. Not again. She forced her eyes open. Blurred ceiling. Hotel room. Soft golden lights overhead. A strange man leaning over her. Miley standing nearby with her phone already in hand, smiling like this was a party. Panic hit Astrid so hard it nearly tore her apart. Her lips parted. No sound came. The man
Last Updated: 2026-05-04
Chapter: Chapter 45Astrid’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the car and looked up at the glowing sign above the bar, something in my chest tightened.It wasn’t the place itself.The bar was one of those polished upscale lounges designed to look effortless....dim amber lighting, expensive leather seating, a polished black entrance framed by gold accents and security men in tailored suits. The kind of place wealthy people came to pretend they were ordinary while spending enough on cocktails to pay someone’s rent.Nothing about it was alarming.And yetInstinct pressed cold fingers down my spine.Maybe it was because Miley had sounded too eager on the phone.Maybe it was because in my first life I had trusted her completely, and now every smile from her felt like a knife wrapped in silk.Or maybe it was because my body had learned the shape of danger before my mind did.I stepped inside anyway.Because if Miley was planning somethingTonight, I intended to see it clearly.The hostess led me through the cro
Last Updated: 2026-05-03
Chapter: Chapter 44Third-Person POVThe city looked beautiful from the penthouse windows.That was the thing about wealth......it dressed monsters in silk and glass and made cruelty look elegant from a distance.Inside his office, Adam Pierce stood with one hand in his pocket and the other pressed against the cool window, staring down at the streets below with a face carved from restraint.But restraint was all it was.A mask.Beneath it, anger still boiled.He could still see it if he closed his eyes......Astrid standing beside Ares Antonovich, laughing with him, looking at another man with a softness she had once reserved for Adam alone.And worseHe could still see the revulsion on her face when he touched her.Revulsion.As if he disgusted her.His jaw clenched.His phone buzzed against the desk.He picked it up without looking.“Miley.”The response came immediately.“Well? You sound murderous.”Miley Perez’s voice carried its usual sharp amusement, but Adam was not in the mood for games.“She’s sl
Last Updated: 2026-05-02
Chapter: Chapter 43Astrid’s POVVictory, I was learning, had a taste.Not sweet.Not satisfying in the way I once imagined.It tasted sharp......like adrenaline still lingering under the tongue, like restraint clenched so tightly your jaw ached from it.I did not allow myself to look back as I walked out of the ballroom.The applause had faded behind me. The music had resumed. Conversations had started again in polite, measured voices as if drama had not just taken place beneath crystal chandeliers and expensive smiles.But I knew what had happened in that room.Adam had tried to embarrass me publicly.And I had turned his knife back on him.My heels clicked against the marble corridor outside the ballroom, each sound unnaturally loud in the quiet. My pulse had not yet settled. My hands looked steady, but I could still feel the rush of it beneath my skin.....the rage, the restraint, the triumph.I exhaled slowly.“Careful.”The voice came from behind me, smooth and low.“If you keep doing that, people m
Last Updated: 2026-04-27
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