The Alpha’s Rejected Mate, The Lycan’s Queen

“I, Alpha Kade of the Bloodborne Pack, reject you, Sage Monroe, as my mate and future Luna.”

The words didn’t echo. They detonated. In front of the entire pack—my home, my family, my people—he looked into my eyes, dead and cold, and broke me with a sentence.

I didn’t fall right away.

I stood there, barefoot on the cold ceremonial stones, my hand instinctively cradling the small swell of my stomach. I had hoped—gods, I had begged the Moon Goddess last night—that maybe this wouldn’t happen. That maybe Kade would feel it—the truth. That there was a life inside me. A flickering heartbeat only a few weeks old. His child.

But his eyes… they didn’t soften. Not for me. Not for what I carried.

“You knew what you were,” he said louder, turning his voice into a weapon. “A half-blood abomination.”

Whispers cut through the gathered wolves like knives. I saw confusion in some faces. Pity in others. A few turned their eyes away from me completely. As if watching a mating bond get shattered was too cruel for even a wolf’s heart.

“Kade…” I whispered, and the sound was so fragile, it barely belonged to me.

“I said don’t call me that.” His voice was venom now. “You don’t get to say my name anymore, human.”

The last word cracked me in two.

My legs gave way then, and I dropped to my knees. The impact jarred me, but I didn’t cry out. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

He stepped back, putting distance between us like I was diseased.

“Strip her of her title,” he said to the elders. “She is no Luna. She is nothing to this pack.”

Nothing.

The same wolves who once celebrated our bond now stared through me like I had already turned to ash.

I felt the bond unravel then—ripping through my chest like claws dragging through bone. Pain exploded across my spine, my heart, my lungs. A scream rose in my throat but I bit it back. I wouldn’t scream for him.

Then it came.

Blood.

Hot and thick, spilling between my legs.

A gasp escaped me as I looked down.

No. No, no, no.

Not now. Not my baby.

My vision blurred as I pressed my palm between my thighs, trying to stop what I already knew couldn’t be stopped. I looked up at him, desperate. He watched me with frozen eyes. Not hate. Not pity. Just… emptiness.

I collapsed onto the stone, the world narrowing to pain and blood and betrayal.

And then—darkness.

Pain was the first thing to return.

Not just the physical kind. That I could handle. It was the other pain—the hollow one. The ache in my chest where my soul used to live.

I opened my eyes to the metallic scent of antiseptic. A white ceiling. Fluorescent lights.

A hospital.

Human side.

I knew because no pack hospital smelled like this. And because no one from my pack would bring me here unless they were ordered to get rid of me.

I tried to move. A jolt of agony shot through my abdomen, and I whimpered, reaching down instinctively.

Still swollen. Still warm.

A nurse rushed in, human, young. She blinked at me in surprise.

“You’re awake,” she said softly. “We weren’t sure…”

“My baby?” I rasped, throat raw.

She looked at me for too long. Too long.

My body went cold. I shook my head slowly. “No. Don’t you dare—”

“You didn’t lose it,” she said quickly. “You almost did. But… somehow… it held on. The doctors don’t know how. Frankly, I don’t either.”

A sob escaped me. Not from sorrow. From shock. From the miracle of still feeling that heartbeat inside me.

The nurse touched my shoulder gently. “Who should we call? The father?”

My body went rigid.

“No.”

“Family?”

“They’re all dead.”

Even if they weren’t, they may as well be. My parents died protecting a secret—my bloodline. The rest of the pack? They stood by and watched their Alpha break me. I had no one now. Only this tiny flicker of life inside me.

And I would protect it with everything I had left.

Three weeks later, I left under a false name, signed discharge papers I couldn’t afford, and disappeared into the human world.

No wolves. No pack. No magic.

Just shadows and silence.

I changed everything—hair, scent, location, name. I stayed off radar, off the grid, far from Bloodborne territory.

Because I knew if Kade ever found out I still carried his child, he’d either destroy it… or worse, claim it.

And I’d die before letting either happen.

Two Years Later

Port Langston – Human Territory

My heels clicked against the pavement as I crossed the dim parking lot behind the diner. It was just after midnight, and my shift had ended an hour ago, but cleanup took longer when one of the waitresses didn’t show. Again.

I didn’t mind.

Exhaustion was better than nightmares.

I unlocked the apartment door quietly and stepped inside. The scent of lavender and milk powder greeted me—home. Not much of one. But enough.

“Mommy?” came a tiny voice from the hallway.

I smiled, instantly melting. “Back to bed, little moon. You’re supposed to be asleep.”

He ran to me anyway—bare feet, stuffed animal in one hand—and launched into my arms.

Ender.

My miracle.

My reason for breathing.

“I missed you,” he said into my neck.

“I missed you more.” I lifted him, kissing the soft curl of hair on his head. “Back to bed. I’ll be right there.”

He nodded sleepily, already drifting off as I tucked him into the secondhand mattress we shared.

I stared at him longer than I should’ve. Two years old, but sharp. Quiet. Observant. And so painfully beautiful it made my chest hurt.

He looked like Kade.

Same midnight hair. Same sharp jawline, even as a toddler. But his eyes—his eyes were mine. And when he looked at me, I didn’t see the Alpha who shattered me.

I saw hope.

I whispered a promise over his sleeping form, the same one I said every night.

“I’ll keep you safe. I swear it.”

The next morning started like any other—until I felt it.

That shift in the air. That pulse. That… pressure.

My wolf stirred. After all this time, it still startled me. She’d gone dormant after the rejection—grief, maybe. Trauma. But now?

She was awake.

Something’s wrong, she whispered.

I froze mid-step on my way to the diner. A sleek black SUV rolled down the street, too slow to be casual.

Eyes watched me from behind tinted glass.

Sh*t.

I turned quickly and pushed through the back alley, heart racing.

They found me.

But who?

Not Kade. He didn’t care. He made that clear.

Then who the hell—

A man stepped into my path. Not just a man. A wolf. And not just any wolf.

A Lycan.

I recognized the aura immediately—ancient, crushing, regal. Every cell in my body screamed to run, but I stood frozen as he looked at me with eyes the color of gold and fury.

“Sage Monroe,” he said.

My heart nearly stopped.

“You have something that belongs to my court.”

I backed away slowly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh,” he said darkly. “You will.”

By nightfall, I had a choice.

Run again.

Or follow him to the Lycan Court.

He didn’t threaten me. Not directly. But the look in his eyes said he wasn’t asking.

“I have a child,” I said finally. “If you think I’m going anywhere without him, you’re mistaken.”

His gaze flickered. “Then bring him. He will be protected.”

“By who?”

“By the King himself.”

I froze.

“…The King?”

He nodded once. “He knows who you are, Sage. He’s been looking for you for a long time.”

I should’ve run.

But I didn’t.

Because something deep inside me—something darker than fear—wanted to see what came next.

The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. A dull, gray wash draped the outskirts of Havenridge, a forgotten human town nestled against the edge of the wild forests where the supernatural still whispered. No one here asked questions. That’s why she’d chosen it.

Sage crouched beside the cracked window of the rundown cottage, her hand steady as she stirred the pot of soup over the flickering stove. Her other hand instinctively shielded the small bundle tucked in a worn blanket behind her, breathing softly.

Ender.

Two years old. His eyes too sharp for a toddler. Sometimes they flashed gold in the dark—just for a moment—just long enough to remind her that he was his father’s son.

But not his father’s property.

Her fingers curled tightly around the spoon. The thought of Kade finding them sent fire racing up her spine. He didn’t even know Ender existed. And he didn’t deserve to.

The rejection still played in her mi