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In "Awakening Rejected Mate" by L.T. Marshall, a gripping tale of destiny and conflict unfolds as Alora Dennison, an orphan with a dark lineage, faces a pivotal moment in her life when she imprints on Colton Santo, the disdainful son of a rival Alpha. Bound by fate but torn by animosity and ancestral grudges, Alora finds herself thrust into a world of uncertainty and danger as forces converge to prevent their union. With a brewing war and ancient enemies resurfacing, Alora must navigate treacherous waters to uncover the secrets behind her cursed bloodline while questioning Colton's loyalty and the true intentions of those around her. As the stakes escalate and alliances are tested, will Alora survive the looming threats long enough to unravel the mysteries that have shadowed her existence, or will she succumb to the sinister forces at play, risking both her life and her fragile bond with Colton?

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Part 1: Awakening Rejected Mate story line

Alora Dennison is an orphaned child from a shamed bloodline, surviving in her family's old pack.On the dawn of her transition pushing her into adulthood, in an unexpected turn of fate, she imprints on the mate she will be bonded to for eternity. Only he isn't the man of her dreams. He is the only one in the entire state she would never have wanted to bond to. Colton Santo is the arrogant, dominant son of the Alpha from a rival pack, which is set to unite the packs and reign in one kingdom. In years gone by, his disdain for her and any from her bloodline has been prominent. Her treatment by his pack has pushed her to live in near isolation, fearful for her existence. And now, on the dawn of her awakening, before all those assembled, they see her imprint on their future leader. Fate has decreed it, but everyone around her is about to try and stop it. Fate isn't about to make it easy on her either, as a long-forgotten war erupts in their lands, bringing an age-old enemy with a thirst for blood back into the forefront of Lycanthrope life. Will she survive long enough to ever find out why she has borne a black mark on her lineage her entire life? And why Colton's father is so eager to see her dead. Will Colton step up and honor the bond, or will he be the one to deliver the final blow?

Part 2: The main characters of Awakening Rejected Mate

Alora Dennison: Uma órfã de linhagem envergonhada, lutando para sobreviver na antiga alcateia de sua família. Quando está prestes a fazer sua transição para a idade adulta, ocorre um vínculo inesperado com seu companheiro eterno, Colton Santo, filho do Alpha da alcateia rival. Alora enfrenta a oposição e hostilidade do pack de Colton devido à sua linhagem desonrada, vivendo isolada e temerosa por sua vida enquanto lida com a revelação do vínculo imposto pelo destino.

Colton Santo: O arrogante e dominante filho do Alpha da alcateia rival, destinado a unir os packs e reinar sobre um reino conjunto. Colton sempre desprezou Alora e sua linhagem, mas é surpreendido quando ela se torna sua companheira designada. Enfrentando uma antiga guerra, ele se vê diante de uma escolha crucial: honrar o vínculo predeterminado por destino ou ceder às pressões familiares que desejam a morte de Alora. A evolução da relação entre Colton e Alora será testada não apenas pela guerra iminente, mas também pelas forças opostas que tentam separá-los.

Part 3: The most popular chapters of Awakening Rejected Mate

Awakening Rejected Mate Chapter 5

I gaze down, and I see paws that startle me at first. Gasping at the closeness and realizing they are mine, where my hands should be, flat on the ground. Large, clawed but strong paws, bigger than I thought they would be. I lift one and shake it, almost as if I need to convince myself that I can use and control this limb. It’s genuinely connected to my body. My legs are solid, with thick silver-gray fur up my muscular chest. I have a streak of purest snow white that travels as far as I can see. I stare at it, lean back, and pull my chin in tight to follow it until I can’t strain any further to see.

I have very little memory of my mother in her true form, but I know this is from her. She was a white and my father a silver, yet it’s rare to combine both in such a way. Most wolves are brown or gray ... white is a mutation that’s almost unheard of, and my mother used to try to hide because it brought only stares.

Staggering on strange legs and fall flat, splaying out and bumping my undercarriage as I collide with stone. I shake my head, the unfamiliar weight of a different form pulling me from side to side, not entirely in control of my limbs or movements yet, but aware it’s so much bigger than my human skull. Aware, suddenly, of the scene around me coming back into focus and realizing we are still being watched. Sobering fast as my new metabolism pushes the last drugs out of my system and cleanses my blood.

The atmosphere is charged, and I’m surrounded by newly changed wolves of all shades of gray and brown, although I’m the only one with white in my coat. Turning as the Shaman’s chants draw my eyes back to him, I trip over my uncoordinated self as I try to right myself and get up. It’s hard to use my hands as front legs, and I instinctively rear backward too far onto my haunches, lose my balance, and reel forward again to correct it before tumbling face on. I slump to the ground once more and meet the dust with a lower jaw clunk.

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I know others are watching; my senses are heightened, and my body is goose bumping in response. I can feel them on me from all over, and I want to sink into the ground and disappear. I yank, but the blanket tears from the pressure nearer my end, and I have no choice but to stop or be left with a scrap that will cover nothing.

“For God’s sake, Damon. This isn’t the time or place. My father is staring at you. Pack it in.” Colton snarls his way, pushes him from behind, and comes into view, shoving him off the blanket, and swoops down to pick it up with speed. He walks forward in two confident strides and hands it straight to me, bending slightly as he does so to make sure I get it with no more interference. I know he’s only doing it to save face, exert his dominance in front of his father and save Damon from punishment later. Either way, I am thankful for him and relieved he is an Alpha in the making for the first time.

I reach out and take it gratefully, quickly pulling it around me and hiding what’s on show, afraid to look at him. It’s almost impulsive as his hand, still attached to the corner, briefly touches my shoulder in passing because of how speedy I am. A hot searing flash runs through my body alarmingly, igniting something tingly inside me I can’t identify. Like being zapped by a low-strength taser, I gasp at the contact, glancing up at him as he attempts to rise to stand, seemingly also recoiling for what was maybe just an electric shock. For one brief millisecond of synchronized surprise, our eyes lock.

It’s all it takes.

One second of direct focus, a meeting of eyes I have never dared to look into before, and the worst thing in the world happens to me. We connect: visions, images, and projections flow through my mind at a neck-breaking speed that fries my brain, and I cannot break his gaze or look away. Startled into silence, locked in, and unable to fight what happens. My body is rigid and paralyzed, controlled by this higher force as we’re forcefully held, trapped in an intense stare down, and his dark, almost black eyes eat into my soul.

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Everything happens so fast that my head spins, and I can barely catch my breath. Our imprinting sends the ceremony into quick dispersal, and I’m dragged away by Santo’s pack and ushered into an awaiting car, my clothes thrown in my face and ordered to go to the packhouse and be quiet.

Everything is in uproar as though I committed the crime of the century, and it rippled through everyone present. Juan is exploding magnificently at the possibility that our future Alpha got betrothed to one of the lowliest of the packs, and I’m not exactly happy about it either.

I’ve kept my head down for ten years, stayed out of sight, in the shadows, and away from the drama the way others like me have not. Became almost invisible and made no real friends, all with my eye on the one goal of escaping this place with no noise. Only to be put on show on the most important night of my life, in front of the entire mountain, and have everything come crashing down on top of me.

This can’t be happening! Imprinting is for life; there is only one way out—and that’s death! I can barely breathe as the panic sets in that this is not goddamn reversible and not a tiny thing that can get brushed aside and me sent on my merry way.

That is NOT an option for me. We can choose to walk away and ignore it, but the bond won’t break, and the urge to bind us together will only grow stronger if we fight it. That’s how this works; everyone knows that. If I leave, I’ll crave for him for the rest of my life until it pushes me to insanity or even death from a broken soul. If I stay, I’ll never be able to fight the need to be with him, and Juan made that excruciatingly clear that it will never happen.

I’m bustled from car to dark alley and given only seconds to pull my clothes on under my blanket before I am forcibly pushed in a side door and almost fall flat on my face into a bright hallway. The men charged with bringing me here are being less than hospitable, shoving me around and shoving me cruelly. I feel covered in bruises, and I still have blood residue over my body and face. I ‘ooft’ at the impact of meeting hard floor, body already tired and weak from what I endured tonight.

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We imprinted. We have a link. We can hear each other even from miles away. No distance is too far. No one else can tap into this. It’s like our own personal telephone line with dampeners.

He isn’t looking at me. He’s watching Carmen walk down the hall crying into her own hands and creating a bleak picture. I can sense his pain from watching her go, and it pains me, too. Feeling what he feels is another downside to being connected to this guy. I don’t want to feel heartbreak or pain or any of this crap.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this.

The honesty and ache in my response bring his eyes to mine, and we do that weird thing where we lock eyes, get a tremor of something we can’t deny, and both look away again. Neither of us wants this; that much is clear.

You didn’t do this. Fate did. Now we have to figure out how to undo it, if that’s even possible.

The hesitation in his tone catches me off guard, and I look at him properly despite myself. His side profile of chiseled square jawline. Sallow skin and dark hair to match those dark eyes and brows. Colton is tall, muscular, and fit, which is only enhanced by being among the giant wolves in the pack, even at his age. His family originated from Colombia, and you can see his heritage, in the best way, despite his mother being Caucasian. Me, I’m a good old country white. Dull hair, plain girl, and nothing unique or beautiful that I know of. Carmen is a goddess compared to me.

The atmosphere turns cold as a troop of men come marching in from the same door we did, and I’m pushed out of the way ungraciously by one of them. I get knocked sideways, unable to stop myself, and spiral down as I lose footing. Still on unsure legs after tonight’s ceremony and unable to stop myself.

Colton's low growl and quick reflexes as he jolts in beside me and catches me sends my head spinning. His arms lasso me and stop my body from colliding with the concrete wall, hitting his chest instead as I grasp on impulsively. His eyes glow amber over my head as he death glares his displeasure at the men, unconcealed as that flash of warning oozes from him. That fierce mate protection is coming out instinctively, and I honestly don’t know how to react.

Awakening Rejected Mate Chapter 9

“He can choose to sever the bond if he wishes, but history has shown us that mates who do ... both die! The only other option is denial to consummate. They choose to walk away; no mark is made, no union at all, and they deny the bond completely. It will never die, and they will live lives craving what the other can give them, no matter who they end up with. Is that what you want for your son?”

All eyes turn on Juan. So much tension in this room as the elders talk internally, so I cannot hear them. Colton paces, and I can tell he is privy to what is being said. They are his pack, after all, and two are his blood. Father and Uncle. He doesn’t seem happy, and the waves of his anger are all lapping over me and affecting my sanity. Dampening the heat, replacing it with his rage.

I can’t take it anymore. As the minutes' tick by and my nerves fray, I feel like I may scream, an internal burst of nervous crazy whooshes out.

“I’ll leave. I don’t want this either.” I blurt it out into the deathly silence as hysteria gets the better of me, and every single face turns to me in shocked response, like they suddenly remembered I was here in this corner.

I know I just spoke out of turn and disrespected everyone in this room, but I’m sitting here, wearing my own dried blood, shredded emotions, and exhaustion pushing through. My head is a mess, and in the space of thirty minutes, I discovered that being a virgin doesn’t mean you cannot get crazy urges to strip naked and jump someone’s bones, even if you previously avoided that someone like the plague. I’ve pictured him naked at least twice, without even meaning to, since he gave me every one of his intimate memories, and some of those are him showering. What?

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I barely knew him this morning, and yet, here and now, my instincts are that I would die for him if I had to, and the longer this plays out, the stronger this need to be near him gets. While being physically joined causes all sorts of inner sparks and sizzles as tension builds between us, and I move obediently as he pulls me with him. It’s insanity, and I don’t understand how this can be, but it is what it is. Colton is part of me now, and I can’t do anything about it.

We are ushered to the door, hands still entwined, and I follow him closely, the heady need to wrap myself around him worse when we have prolonged contact, and as much as my head tells me to let go, I can’t seem to. The growing ache in my stomach and pelvis is getting irritatingly intense, and I am more than aware of how good his skin feels against mine. Our hands are slotted together, warm on warm, weirdly sensual.

Colton leads me to the other room and shuts the door firmly behind us. He is still holding my hand and keeping me by his side as he turns to me. He gazes down at our entangled fingers for a long second. Seems like he, too, is telling himself to let go, but he doesn’t.

We stand stiffly, pulsating energy growing between us as the air thickens, and I find it harder to breathe the longer he’s this close. Fully aware of him towering over me in all his beautiful muscular glory, hot body, and he’s way too good-looking. Even his voice does crazy tingly things to me, and standing, absorbing his heat, inhaling his unique scent, I get clammy in really embarrassing places. My eyes keep straying to his face, mouth, and beautiful face, and I edge closer absentmindedly, biting on my lip as crazy thoughts about leaning up and biting his course through my brain alarmingly.

I need to cool down and pull this back in. Hormones are well and truly kicking in with his proximity, and I need to breathe a little.