The Alpha's Rejected Mate Awakening the White Wolf

Kaelen was supposed to be my destiny. The future Alpha of our pack, my childhood love, and my fated mate.

But one night, I smelled another woman on him-a sickly sweet Omega scent I knew all too well. I followed him and found them under the great oak, locked in a lover's kiss.

His betrayal was a slow and deliberate poison. When his precious Omega, Lyra, staged a fall, he cradled her like she was made of glass.

But when he sabotaged my saddle during a dangerous jump, causing my horse to throw me and break my leg, he called it a "warning" not to touch her. His care for me afterward was just damage control to avoid my father's suspicion.

At a public auction, he used my family's money to buy her a priceless diamond, leaving me humiliated and unable to pay.

I finally understood what I'd overheard on the pack's mind-link days before. To him and his brothers-in-arms, I was just a "pampered princess," a prize to be won for power. Lyra was the one they truly desired.

He thought he could break me, force me to accept being second best. He was wrong. On the night of my 20th birthday, the night I was supposed to be bonded to him, I stood before two packs and made a different choice. I rejected him and announced my union with a rival Alpha, a man who sees me as a queen, not a consolation prize.

Chapter 1

Aria POV:

The night air of the Silver Moon territory was crisp and clean, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. It was my territory, my home, and one day, it would be my responsibility as Luna. But tonight, all I cared about was the man walking beside me.

Kaelen.

His presence was a physical force, a magnetic pull that had governed my world since we were children. He was the future Alpha, chosen by my father for his unmatched strength and strategic mind. And, as everyone in the pack whispered, he was my destiny.

My heart did a familiar flip as his arm brushed against mine. I breathed in, expecting his signature scent, the one that always calmed my inner wolf-the bracing aroma of a snowstorm breaking over a cedar forest. It was the scent I dreamed of, the scent of my supposed mate.

But tonight, something was wrong.

Underneath the familiar cedar and winter air, another scent clung to him. It was sickly sweet, like cheap candy and cloying jasmine. An Omega's scent. A scent I knew all too well.

Lyra.

My stomach twisted into a cold knot. Lyra, the fragile Omega he and the other warriors had been brought in with, the one he insisted on treating like a sister.

"You were with Lyra," I stated, my voice flat, betraying none of the turmoil inside me.

Kaelen's stride didn't falter. "She was feeling unwell. I took her some herbs."

His voice was smooth, but the lie was as loud as a scream to my senses. The scent wasn't from a casual visit; it was deeply ingrained in the fibers of his leather jacket, a mark of prolonged, close contact.

We continued our patrol in silence, the easy camaraderie we usually shared now replaced by a thick, suffocating tension. When we reached the edge of the ancient woods that bordered the main estate, he stopped. "I'll finish the southern perimeter. You head back."

I just nodded, unable to look at him.

But I didn't head back. A dark premonition coiled in my gut. I circled around, using the cover of the dense woods to shadow his path. My wolf senses, already heightened by suspicion, made me silent, a ghost in the trees.

And then I saw them.

Under the gnarled branches of the great oak, where pack mates often pledged their love, Kaelen stood with Lyra. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her body pressed against his. The moonlight illuminated the scene with brutal clarity. He leaned down, and their lips met in a fierce, possessive kiss that sent a wave of nausea through me.

It wasn't a brotherly kiss. It was the kiss of lovers.

My world, once a bright and hopeful place centered around him, shattered into a million icy fragments. I didn't make a sound. I just turned and walked away, the image burned into my mind.

Back in the main house, the opulent halls of the Silver Moon Corporation headquarters felt like a cage. I walked straight to my father's study.

Alpha Alistair looked up from his desk, his stern face softening when he saw me. "Aria. You're back early."

"Father," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I want to cancel my birthday celebration."

He frowned. "Your 20th birthday is more than a party, Aria. It's when you will be formally recognized with your mate."

"I know," I said. "That's why I'm here. I wish to form a union with the Onyx Fang Pack. I will marry Alpha Damien."

The shock on my father's face was absolute. He stood up, his powerful Alpha presence filling the room. "Damien? He is a strong ally, but Kaelen... you and Kaelen have been inseparable since childhood. He is the future of this pack. He is your... emotional anchor."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "An anchor is meant to hold you steady, Father. Not drown you."

It wasn't a sudden decision. The cracks had been showing for weeks, but I'd been too blind, too in love, to see them. Until yesterday.

I had been in my training room when the Mind-Link, the psychic connection all pack members share, had flared to life. Usually, I could tune out the background chatter, but this conversation was between the pack's core leadership. It was impossible to ignore.

Silas, our future Luna is getting clingier by the day. Kaelen must be sick of her, Ronan, our Beta, grumbled.

I froze, my hand hovering over the weights I was about to lift.

Shut your mouth, Ronan, came the smooth, calculating voice of Silas, our Gamma. She is the Alpha's daughter, after all. But I'll admit, a girl like Lyra... she makes a man feel needed. A true protector.

Exactly, another warrior chimed in. We're all competing for Kaelen's spot, but it's for Lyra's sake. Who really wants to be tied to that pampered princess? Besides, Lyra isn't even his real sister. Only we know that secret.

The words hit me like a physical blow, leaving me breathless and cold. They weren't his brothers in arms. They were his rivals. And I... I was just the prize they had to win to secure their position, a tool to be used. Lyra was the one they truly desired.

I remembered the day my father brought them here, seven gifted, orphaned boys, Kaelen being the most powerful. He had made only one demand: that Lyra, a frail Omega girl from the same orphanage, come with him. My father, seeing his fierce loyalty as a virtue, had agreed.

Over the years, every time Lyra and I had the smallest disagreement, Kaelen and the others would rush to her side. I was always the one who was too harsh, too demanding. She was the fragile Omega; I was the Alpha's daughter who should know better.

Now, seeing that kiss, hearing those mental whispers echo in my memory, everything clicked into place. Kaelen's feelings for Lyra weren't brotherly. They were possessive. He would become my mate, my Alpha, to repay my father's kindness. He would give me his loyalty, his protection, his name.

But he would never give me his heart. That, he had already given to another. And I would not settle for being second best.