The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna

“I, Magnus Aldridge, reject you Diana Castellanos as my mate. By my will and word, I sever the bond and fate that exists between us”.

Diana has been living a wretched existence in the Zervos Pack since she was a child. Being treated as the lowliest of the low and an abomination, her pride and self-esteem are completely downtrodden- her sense of self worth stomped to dust.

She endures it all, having no choice but to accept that that is her life. But it is the rejection from her mate, the one person she thought would accept her no matter what and love her as she is, that finally breaks her.

Humiliated, abused and heart broken, she escapes from the pack, the only place she has ever known and plunges into the outside world. Surely, anywhere would be better than the pack that treats her like trash?

But who knew that the Fates could be so cruel? The place she escapes to just so happens to be the deadliest in the world. The territory of the Feral Alpha…

Would the hurting Diana face the same fate as those before her who were foolish enough to trespass onto his territory, or is there perhaps something special in store for her…

Diana

I rub the back of my neck as I drag my exhausted body out the kitchen. Every single joint in my body aches. I have been on my feet since morning but thankfully, I am done with my duties for the afternoon. I have a few more hours till I have to come back to make dinner so I should be able to squeeze in a nap in the meantime…

“Ahhh!”

I scream as pain explodes on my shin- a force making my body fly forward.

Next thing I know, I find myself sprawled face-first on the hard ground. The fall is a nasty one as sharp pain explodes in my nose. The attack had been so sudden that my flailing hands had done nothing to catch my fall. It also didn’t help that my reflexes are near non-existent.

With a whimper, I scramble to my hunches, crouching on the balls of my feet as my hands instinctively come up to cup my face. A viscous red liquid stains my fingers. I feel it gush down my nostrils and drip down my chin and neck, before seeping into the front of my shirt, quickly staining the top of the faded beige-colored sweater a bright red.

In my mouth, I taste the metallic quality of my own blood and as I tentatively touch my nose, the resulting sharp pain actually brings tears to my eyes, making me once again release another pitiful whimper.

Someone had tripped me.

A snicker from above my head makes me look up.

“What kind of werewolf are you that something like that is enough to get you? Even an Omega could have dodged that”, a boy, around the age of twelve or thirteen, snorts before putting