How Does The Jedi Council React To Cal Kestis In Fanfiction?

"You're not my mate, Freya. The woman carrying my heir is." Those six words shattered everything Freya believed. Once cherished as Alpha Leo Cowell's fated mate, Freya watched the man she loved grow colder with each passing day until she became nothing more than a forgotten Luna trapped in a loveless marriage. The final blow comes when Leo publicly chooses another woman who claims to be carrying his child, humiliating Freya before the entire pack. Heartbroken and stripped of her dignity, she refuses to remain where she is no longer wanted. She walks away, determined to rebuild the life the Alpha destroyed. Then fate delivers its cruelest twist. Freya is pregnant with the Alpha's true heir. The Luna he cast aside suddenly becomes the one woman he desperately needs. But by the time Leo learns the truth, Freya is no longer the devoted wife who would wait for him. She now belongs to his greatest enemy who happens to be Freya's first love. Now the Alpha who once discarded his mate must fight for the woman he lost...

I listened to my mate fuck my maid for five years. Right here beside my hospital bed. “When you stand by her bed,” Frost gasped beneath my mate’s thrusts, “are you thinking of your Luna… or how you fucked me here?” “Don’t.” Caleb answered, his voice low, his rhythm never slowing. “She’s always my Luna. I need her.” Frost laughed, breathless and soft.“Sure, Alpha. But when the lights go out, only I know whose name you really moan.” No. I knew it. I heard clearly for five years. My fated mate, the father of my twins, the man I fought for and nearly died for, betrayed me while I lay unconscious after childbirth. But what I never expected was that my puppies would choose her too. I was done listening to betrayal from the shadows. It was time to take back what was mine. The thought of their faces when they realized I was awake made me smile. I reached for the phone by my bed when they left and pressed the button. “I’m awake.”

All she wanted was to have a mate like every other females in her pack. However, things goes awry when he rejected her and chose her stepsister. It doesn't end there, he sets her up to be murdered just to please her stepsister. Fortunately, she survives and it's time for revenge, to prove to him and her stepsister that she's no longer the weak girl they think she is. However, how would she achieve that when she has no power and influence? Would she survive another death attack?

Cassi was heartbroken after her mate rejected her just because she had no wolf. She couldn't bear the thought of been alone without her mate so she ran back home, at home she discovered she wasn't even a werewolf in the first place. The people she was staying with were not her real parents. Cassi ran to the cliff and she intentionally fell in an attempt to kill herself. Surprisingly on he quest to die, she ended up finding her real parents, and she got to know that she wasn't a werewolf but a Lycan who was going to be made queen of the kingdom. Still far away from Alder her mate, Cassi wanted nothing but to have him all to herself. She wanted him to be hers. Would that work out? Knowing Alder was now the Alpha of his pack and he's also choosen someone else as his Luna. Does Cassi stand a chance? Or she was just going on a wild ghost chase. Find out!

"Oh my God, you look so perfect. You are just the right choice for Alpha Garrick, Zaria." ​Those were the sweet, supportive words my elder sister, Cynthia, whispered as she lovingly braided my hair and laced me into my white maiden silks. I trusted her completely, believing today would be the happiest day of my life. ​I walked into the Selection Ceremony with my head held high, ready to be claimed by my childhood sweetheart, Alpha Garrick. ​Instead, I walked straight into a trap. ​In front of the entire pack, My fated mate chose my sister to be his Luna over me. ​I begged Garrick. I reminded him of our years together, our promises, and everything I had sacrificed for him. But my desperate pleas only fed their cruelty. Garrick sneered, calling me a pathetic, weak disgrace, while Cynthia watched with cold amusement as the pack laughed at my humiliation. ​I was banished to be killed. ​Bleeding, humiliated, and left to die, I fully expected the wild rogues to tear me apart. ​Instead, I ran straight into the chest of a myth. ​Alpha Cassian. The Midnight King. The most feared, ruthless Lycan on the continent. ​I expected death from the monster in the shadows. Instead,He offered me a choice: safety, power, and the ultimate revenge against the pack that discarded me. ​He is giving me an empire to crush my enemies, but he refuses to tell me why. I don't know what the Midnight King wants from a broken wolf like me, or what price he will demand when the blood settles. ​But as I look back at the borders of the pack that destroyed me, I realize I don't care about his secrets. I only care about their ruin.

On the day of our mating ceremony, my Alpha, Silas, ripped the Luna gown right off my body. He dressed Jenna, his childhood sweetheart, in it. Right in front of the entire pack. I froze. Silas’s voice echoed in my mind. "I know this hurts, Caliana. But Jenna is pregnant. If I don't pretend to mate with her today, the elders will execute her pup!" He begged me to wait one year. Just until her pup was accepted by the pack. He swore he would come back for me. His true fated mate. Everyone thought I would wait. I was the Omega healer who had loved him for seven years. The girl who never left his side. But that night, Silas marked her. Our fated bond shattered into a million pieces. And then I met him. My true second chance mate: Zane, the Alpha Chairman of the Werewolf Alliance. Three years later, I returned with my new mate. We were there to assess Silas's pack. To decide if they were still worthy of the moonstone mines. Zane was called away on urgent business, leaving me in the local Alpha’s care. The local Alpha. Silas. I never thought I’d see that face again. He sneered at me, calling me a rogue. He wrapped his arm around a stunning Jenna. "Your little tantrum is over," he told me, his voice dripping with condescension. "If you want to come back, I suppose I can find a place for you. Jenna needs someone to heal her pet dog. You might be good enough for that."