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Rejected By My Mate But The Moon Bleeds To Crown Me

Chapter 4 Many things

Word Count: 1201 | Released on: 23/10/2026

efoot, his cloak clutched ar

d at me like that. I only know I cannot stay. I am a slave, a

ards. The way he *saw* me. I shake my head. I cannot think about his dark hair, his blue eyes, his gent

osts. The slave quarters are dark and empty, the others still working, except for Julia. Sh

eded

the cloak. "That

s not

She smiles, knowing.

ry, and I do not

she is bursting with n

ree

ful," I say, fl

et. The bond lit up like fire." Her smile wavers. "I kept it secret to keep him safe. The night you were rej

ng I have held together for five days cracks. Derek's reje

Are yo

as crying. "I am fine

hurting. You are thinking about Derek. You are n

per. "It does no

, tired of hiding, tired of being a slave. And for the first time in a

us. "Did you meet him? The

ea cooling beside a shattered

uietly. "I transformed. For t

. "Did an

Only a

k and see Gwen. Fin

tove, arms crossed,

m sorry, I don't kn

the Lycan. You are lucky. He was with Derek the whole time and never noticed, a

erst

s, for fear, and finds none. "Rest. You se

ived.

hidden by trees and shadows where the nobles rarely go. The moon is bright, the water still, the stars scattered acro

nd the dress beneath it and fold them on the bank beside the spare. Then I close my eye

s over, and I stand on four white paws, radiant in the water'

old shocks me awake, rising to

tst

the dark. My white fur glows in the mo

saw my wolf, who looked at me like I mattered. He stops at the water's edge and kneels, and

the way from the keep. It was not hard to track." His voi

ut I have trusted before

he bank, then turns his back.

ss, pin my hair back, and walk to him with his cloak held out. "This is yours. It was

oes not put it on

cept gifts f

nk I am

is face, everything about him screa

gs. But I am not your enemy." His blue eye

runs cold

e mark. You are not a slav

breathe.

is shoulders. "Your secret is safe with me." He walks away,

ears into

he did not hurt me, did not tell anyone, did not use it against me. He jus

But I know I will not forget

ow if I can

hat is the most terr

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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.”