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Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The Alpha

Quye Xiaofang

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Werewolf

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I stood alone on the altar, waiting to marry Caden Fields, the future Alpha of the Black Forest Pack. But the groom never arrived. Instead, a messenger rushed through the crowd with a careless, unsealed letter: Caden had eloped with a lowly Omega. The wedding guests erupted into a roar of shock and cruel laughter. Mocking whispers hit me from every direction. They sneered that a "wolfless" bride like me could never hold an Alpha heir. Even my own family looked at me with deep disgust, treating me like a failed business transaction, just damaged goods ready to be discarded. The heavy tide of humiliation threatened to pull me under. But why should I bear the crushing shame of his selfish betrayal? They all expected me to break down, to weep and run away like a pathetic joke. Instead, the despair vanished, replaced by a core of pure, sharp ice. I tore the delicate lace veil from my hair and threw my bouquet to the cold stone floor. Turning my back on the jeering crowd, I locked eyes with the most powerful man in the territory-Caden's father. "According to ancient pack laws, the wronged party can demand compensation from the offender's bloodline." I raised my hand and pointed directly at the reigning, untouchable Alpha. "I demand to complete this union today. And I choose you, Alpha Fenton Fields."

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Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The Alpha Chapter 1

Aurora POV:

I stood alone on the raised stone altar, clutching the bouquet of moonpetal flowers, my knuckles white. The ceremony was supposed to have started ten minutes ago. But the space beside me was empty. That was where my fiancé, Caden Fields, was supposed to be standing.

The stems of the bouquet were slick with sweat. Each petal, a symbol of purity and union, stared back at me like tiny, mocking eyes. The wind tugged at the delicate lace of my veil, as if to expose my humiliation to the assembled crowd sooner.

A low murmur rippled through the guests. It started as a quiet hum of confusion, then swelled into a wave that crashed against the silent altar. I couldn't make out the words, but I knew what they carried. Pity. Scorn.

A wolfless bride. What did she expect?

My loyal servant and bridesmaid, Willa Reed, scurried to my side, her face pale with panic. Her own scent, usually a comforting lavender, was sharp with anxiety.

"He's not in his rooms, Miss Aurora," she hissed, barely audible over the rustling leaves. "The bed is even still made. No one has slept in it."

He had run away.

I swayed, and for a terrifying second, I thought I might faint. But I didn't. I took a breath and forced my spine straight, fixing my gaze on the members of the Fields family.

In the front row, Caden's father's patience was wearing thin. Alpha Fenton Fields was a man carved from granite. His Alpha presence was a tangible weight, a pressure in the air that made it harder to breathe. His dark eyes were fixed on the path leading to the altar, his jaw a hard, unforgiving line. The silence around him was more intimidating than any shout.

Beside him, Alpha Fenton's mother, the Luna Emerita Augusta Fields, watched me. Her expression wasn't pitying or cruel. It was something far more unnerving: analytical. I knew she was weighing me, judging my reaction to this disaster.

Then, a commotion.

A young wolf, chest heaving, burst through the crowd. It was Caden's second-in-command. He stumbled to a halt before the altar, his eyes wide with terror. In his trembling hand, he clutched a single, folded piece of paper.

The whispering stopped. Every eye in the Black Forest Pack was on that letter.

The second-in-command avoided my gaze and presented the letter to his Alpha. "Alpha," he choked out. "A message. From Heir Caden."

Fenton took the letter. The envelope wasn't even sealed-a final, careless insult. He slid the single sheet out, his eyes scanning the words. I watched the muscles in his forearm bunch, the veins on the back of his hand standing out like ropes.

Then, his fist clenched. The paper disintegrated into a flurry of pathetic scraps.

Fenton rose to his full, imposing height. When he spoke, his voice was loud, ensuring his words carried to everyone.

"Caden Fields has eloped with an Omega."

The word "Omega" echoed in my head. Not a high-born she-wolf from another allied pack. An Omega. A nobody. He had thrown me away for a nobody.

A collective gasp swept through the guests. Then the gasp turned into a roar of shock, outrage, and worst of all, laughter. The sound hit me like a physical blow. Arrows of derision, pity, and contempt flew from every direction, all aimed at me.

"That was not just a betrayal of me, but a public insult to my family and an open defiance of his own," I thought coldly.

"A wolfless girl was never going to hold an Alpha heir," a woman from my own pack, the Silver Creek Pack, sneered loud enough for me to hear.

"What an embarrassment for the Black Forest," another voice added.

The faces of my family's representatives were masks of disgust. They weren't shamed for me; they were annoyed by the inconvenience. I was a failed transaction. Damaged goods to be returned.

I looked coldly at the mocking guests below, including my own family and the Fields. They must have been expecting my tears, my collapse. But I did not give them that.

I had a plan. A plan to turn the tables.

With a single, decisive motion, I reached up and tore the veil from my hair. The delicate lace ripped with a satisfying sound. I threw it to the ground.

Then the bouquet of moonpetals. They scattered across the cold stone, white petals like fallen tears.

I turned my back on the jeering crowd. I looked past the empty space where my life was supposed to begin.

My eyes found the most powerful man in the territory.

"Alpha Fenton."

My voice trembled, but it carried. It cut through the noise. His hawk-like gaze locked onto mine.

I lifted my chin.

"According to the ancient laws of the packs," I said, my voice gaining strength with every word, "when a union vow is broken at the altar, the wronged party has the right to demand compensation from the offender's bloodline."

A new silence fell. A stunned silence. No one had expected this. They had expected tears. A pathetic retreat.

I saw a flicker of something-surprise? respect?-in Augusta's eyes.

"Caden Fields has stained my honor," I continued, my voice ringing with a conviction I didn't know I possessed. "And he has stained the honor of House Fields."

"I, Aurora Tanner, demand my compensation."

I paused, letting the weight of my words settle. I held the Alpha's gaze, a silent challenge.

Then, I delivered the final, impossible blow.

"I demand the right to choose an unbound male of Fields blood, here and now, to complete this union today!"