Rejected By My Mate But The Moon Bleeds To Crown Me

Chapter 3 White wolf

Word Count: 881 | Released on: 23/10/2026

ier

ing I notice

ld and new, soaked into the stones, the air, the earth its

eel like this. The pain radiates from the walls and the ground and the people who pass with bowed heads and empty eyes, sh

e to sign an alliance, to be a pr

e looks like a saint and feels like a snake. "Prince Xavie

ile or bow.

" he says. "The reports said the

out my father. I

ot." He gestures toward the keep

ing. They are wolves, like me, like him, like everyone, and they are treated like animals. I want to demand how he can look at them and see

of wolves and moons and battles, Derek pours out talk of trade rout

elieves in c

he repeats, s

. When he slides a paper across the table, "Standard terms, nothing you need t

me. I ne

courtyard is thr

h, the air cool. I breathe deeply an

I s

watching me. I have seen Alphas, warriors, rogues. This is different. Power rolls off it like heat fro

not move. Another step, and it

power means. This is no Alpha's blood. It is the bloo

oes not flinch, does not growl, does not run. I kneel and lay th

ck and stretch, and a woman kneels in my cloak, pale and thin, her face bruised, her wrists branded. Her hair is red,

e white wolf. She is roya

nding footsteps. Her eyes widen, and

. I a

hey will hurt you, and they will hurt m

I do not

she never looks back while the shouts behind us grow louder. I am the Lycan Prince, the future King, and I am supposed

, hands shaking. "Thank you. For the clo

hat she is, why she is hidi

ays. "They will punis

for her. "What

are sad

s into the trees. My

find he

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Rejected By My Mate But The Moon Bleeds To Crown Me

Chinchin Werewolf

“She is his slave. He is her King. The moon chose them. But love is a choice-and some choices burn. --- Eight years as a slave taught Helen to be invisible. She keeps her head down. Her mouth shut. Her heart locked away. She knows the rules. She knows her place. She is nothing. Then Xavier walks into her world and ruins everything. He is powerful. He is cold. He is impossibly beautiful. When his electric blue eyes meet hers, she feels something she has never felt before-a pull, a heat, a dangerous desire that terrifies her as much as it thrills her. He is her mate. But Xavier is not like other Alphas. He does not demand. He does not take. He waits. He watches. He trains her. He protects her. He challenges her to become more than a slave. And every day, the tension between them grows. His hands on hers during training. His breath warm on her neck. His eyes following her across every room like she is the only person who exists. The way he says her name like it matters. The way he touches her like she is precious. The way he looks at her like she is everything. She wants him. She needs him. She cannot stay away from him. But wanting him means trusting again. It means risking her heart. It means believing that love is possible when everyone she has ever loved has been taken from her. And Xavier has secrets of his own. He knows who she really is. He knows what she is capable of. He sees her power-the moonfire that burns only the guilty, the royal blood that runs through her veins, the white wolf that the Goddess chose. He wants to help her. He wants to save her. But he cannot save her from himself. Because the more he touches her, the more he wants. The more he protects her, the more he needs. The more he trains her, the more he craves. She is his mate. She is his obsession. She is the fire in his blood and the light in his darkness. When she finally surrenders-when she marks him as hers, when she takes him into her arms, when she whispers his name-it will be everything. --- He is the storm. She is the lightning. Together, they will set the world on fire.”