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.

Cora's POV :

I sat on the bench outside the beta's house and tried not to listen.

Laughter spilled through the open windows, bright and careless, carrying with it the scrape of furniture being moved and the flutter of streamers being hung. Someone inside clapped their hands, calling out instructions, and my mother’s voice rose above the rest—warm, proud, busy. The house was alive with anticipation.

They were coming home tonight.

My sister and Cain.

The Alpha’s son.

Everyone in Lincoln Pack was celebrating, and I was exactly where I always seemed to be during moments like this—outside, watching from the edge.

The bench beneath me was cold, even through my jeans. I picked at a loose thread near my knee and stared out at the treeline beyond the yard, where the forest waited in quiet contrast to the noise behind me. The woods never judged. They never whispered. They never laughed when they thought I couldn’t hear.

I was the younger daughter of the Beta of Lincoln Pack, and at twenty years old, I was still wolfless.

In our pack, that wasn’t just unusual—it was a flaw.

Most shifted at sixteen. The late ones at seventeen or eighteen. By twenty, people stopped asking when and started wondering why. The looks changed first—sympathy curdling into something sharper. Then the jokes. The murmurs.

The careful distance, as if whatever was wrong with me might be contagious.

“Maybe she’s human,” someone had whispered once.

I’d heard it. Of course I had.

Inside the house, my parents were moving from room to room, decorating for the welcome-back party like this was the most important night our pack had seen in years. In a way, it was. The Alpha had sent his son and a handful of Beta heirs—including my sister—to a prestigious training center in another town. It was where future leaders were shaped, bonds were forged, and reputations were made.

Everyone knew what it meant to be chosen.

Everyone knew what it meant to