Claimed By The One Who Rejected Her

Claimed By The One Who Rejected Her

gakeokon

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Amelia's world is shattered when she is selected as the Chosen One for her pack's brutal sacrificial ceremony to the moon goddess that occurs every decade. When Amelia's father, the Crimson Pack's Alpha, interrupts the ceremony to save his daughter, they soon face grave consequences-packs across the region are afflicted by a sudden deadly curse. With their leader gone and pack bonds broken, the few remaining Crimson wolves must beg for mercy from the ruthless Alpha Damian, whose own father perished in the ceremony's aftermath. Upon meeting, Amelia and Alpha Damian instantly recognize one another as fated mates. However, harboring deep resentment toward Amelia for his father's death, Alpha Damian rejects their bond. Amelia soon begins to uncover alarming secrets and hidden dangers lurking within Alpha Damian's pack. Will she and Alpha Damian unite against the darkness or let it consume everything they hold dear?

Chapter 1 Shocked But Chosen

"Amelia, you do not have anything better to do than to just sit there all day doing nothing? What is wrong with you? You can't just sit there and act like you were born to burden my brother." Amelia's aunt's voice thundered as she walked into her room.

Till now, she still wonders why on earth her father still wanted her in this palace because she was the worst. She brought no good to him, and yet she blamed Amelia all the time for having a calm and peaceful life that she appreciated more than anything in the house. Amelia stood on her own and never disturbed anyone. People barely knew she existed.

"I am busy with my dress, your majesty..." Amelia said sarcastically, and her aunt rolled her eyes before walking out of her room. Amelia just rolled her eyes and dropped the clothes she was stitching before walking over to the window to see some carriages arriving with some packages for her father and the coming festival.

Everyone knows she is the Alpha's daughter, but she rarely leaves home, not because she was not allowed to, but because she enjoys her own privacy. She walked down to the throne room where her father was attending to the packages with her aunt standing next to him, going through it with his Beta.

"Father, what is that?" Amelia asked him as she lifted her gown, walking up to him. He looked at his daughter with a smile before handing over a fine silky material to her. "Oh my goodness father, did you get this for me?"

"Of course. I know how much you love sewing, so I decided to add one to the coming goods for the ritual festival." Her father said as he placed a kiss on her forehead and she hugged him back gently. She loved life with her father even though he was always busy, he still loved her no matter what.

"Thank you very much father." She thanked him, and could clearly see her aunt rolling her eyes from the corner of her eye. "I'll make my dress myself so no need to get me one, okay?" Amelia said to him and he nodded.

"Why don't we go and find out who we will be sacrificing this year first, brother." Amelia's aunt said to her brother, the Alpha king, nodding as he continued to deal with what he was doing. Amelia's father is known to be someone who does things one at a time and never rushes things, no matter how much he was being rushed.

The yearly ritual was done among all the pack as a sacrifice of one wolf to the moon goddess every first full moon of the year. The festival comes after the sacrifice, and it was a shock to Amelia's father when it landed on his pack this year as the pack hosting the festival and the ritual.

Amelia's father didn't believe in all this stuff, but he had no choice but to host it since he graced every past occasion. "We haven't hosted the ritual festival in years. I wonder who would be sacrificed." A maid whispered as she walked past Amelia with another maid.

They both bowed their heads in respect to her as the princess and Amelia nodded gently before walking back to her room to start preparing the dress she would be wearing for the festival. She looked around her room, and it was all messy from clothes pieces and sewing materials. Although she was proud of herself.

She started making the dress with so much happiness, knowing that she would look beautiful at the festival, and maybe she would even meet her destined mate whom she hadn't met for the past two years, because she had never even left the palace whenever her father traveled for the festivals. It was going to be her first time seeing the festival.

An hour later, she walked out of the room to dispose of some waste since she always did everything by herself, and she saw some maids whispering as she walked past them. Normally, they did not notice her unnecessarily or talk about her, and she wondered what was going on before she walked past the throne room and overheard her father's angry voice.

"You cannot keep telling me this nonsense. Check whatever it is you've checked again and make sure it is the right person for the rituals you chose, or we are canceling this year's festival and that is final." He said angrily before storming out of the throne room. Although he didn't see Amelia, she wondered what exactly made him this angry.

She looked into the throne room to see the priest talking to her aunt, who looked pitiful, but as soon as he turned away from her, she smiled proudly. She knew it was either she had done something or she was proud of what happened.

Amelia returned to her room and tried thinking about what might have happened. Yes, she didn't know most things happening around her, but she still knew things that would make her father look that angry just by peeking at him once in a while whenever he was working. It had to do with the pack and, from what she heard, it had to do with the festival too.

Nighttime came, and the maids came in to call her out for dinner as usual and as she walked down the hallway, the guards and the maids stared at her weirdly. She wanted to ask what was going on, but she decided to just ask her father at the dining table.

He was sitting there looking extra furious as he stabbed his food with no mercy. "Father, is something wrong?" Amelia asked him, and he looked at her with a soft gaze. "You seem upset since this afternoon. Does it have something to do with the festival? Can I help in any way?"

Before her father could speak up, her aunt did. "You were chosen to be sacrificed to the moon goddess this year."

As soon as she said that, the spoon in Amelia's hands fell to the ground instantly.

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