HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE
What happens when the man you desire is your daughter's rejected mate?
Blythe, the Luna of the Fresh Meadows Pack, is trapped in a loveless marriage with Alpha Vito, her best friend turned husband. Bound by duty, shackled by expectations, and ignored by the very man she was forced to marry, she craves something she never had—passion.
Then she meets Xavier Clarence.
A twenty-two-year-old omega ostler.
A slave to the pack.
And her daughter’s fated mate.
But Ceres rejected him—shattered the mate bond without a second thought.
Now, he’s free.
And Blythe? She’s drowning in temptation.
What starts as a forbidden affair quickly turns into something deeper, something dangerous—a love that could ruin them both.
With every stolen moment, the risks grow.
The pack must never know.
Vito must never find out.
And Ceres? She can never uncover the truth.
But secrets never stay buried.
Who is Xavier Clarence?
What happens when love becomes an obsession?
And when the truth finally comes out…
Who will survive the fallout?
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Chapter: Chapter 9Blythe’s POV“What can I do?”My voice was urgent, desperate, as I stared at Elder Moses.He gazed at me intently, his expression heavy with meaning—a meaning I wasn’t ready for.The silence stretched between us.Then, he spoke."Find a man to marry.""What?!"I staggered back, my breath catching in my throat.Marriage?At seventeen?The thought terrified me.I was still mourning.Still trying to process my parents' deaths.And now he was telling me to—Get married?“You need to listen, dearest,” Elder Moses said, his tone firm but kind.“Your heart is clouded with grief. That is why you cannot see the danger right in front of you.”I stiffened.“The aristocrats and court officials are desperate for the throne,” he continued.“And they will do whatever it takes to remove you from the picture.”A cold chill spread through my chest.“If you wait until you turn eighteen, it will be too late.”His words hammered into my brain.“No one will wait for you to grow into your position, Princess
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Chapter: Chapter 8Blythe’s POV Beta Vegas is a first-class busybody, and I despise seeing him anywhere near me. And I have a legitimate cause. He’s Vito’s closest friend—which means he knows. He knows what my spouse has been doing behind my back. How Vito has been banging omega slaves for years while coming home professing to be too exhausted to touch me. How he never once questioned our lack of closeness, since he was obtaining fulfillment elsewhere. Vegas knows. And I wouldn’t be astonished if he did the same. Maybe that’s why I’ve never liked him. Maybe that’s why his false care and intrusive inquiries make me nauseous. Not like I care if people talk about me. I mean, I once overheard Vito telling Vegas that I was not good in bed. That was years ago, back when I still cared about our marriage. Now? Now, I know Xavier thinks differently. Warmth suffused my chest at the idea of him. He doesn’t just make me feel alive—he makes me grin. My body desires his contact i
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Chapter: Chapter 7Blythe's POV I took my time getting back to the castle because I loved how my legs felt. I could still feel him. It felt like he was still inside me. Xavier broke me. My grin got bigger, and my body started to shake with joy. I wanted to lock myself in my rooms and live through everything again. However—“Blythe.” I went cold. I turned my head to look where the voice was coming from. Vito. He stood near the packhouse, watching me with a worried brow. I quickly wiped at my gown, making sure there was nothing odd on it. Goddess forbid he know. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he added, moving toward me. Looking for me? That was new. We barely sought one other out unless it affected our daughter, Ceres. I crossed my arms. “Why?” Vito sighed. “Ceres is upset about not finding a mate at her birthday gathering.” My grin evaporated. Not finding a mate? I almost scoffed. She had rejected her partner. And now, sh
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Chapter: Chapter 6Xavier’s POV My fingers pressed into her delicate flesh, my hold strengthening as I gained freedom. I cursed under my breath, my thoughts whirling in pleasure and bewilderment as I dived farther into her heat. Her body coiled over me, her groans panting. Desperate. My hips halted, and then— "You need to pull out," she cried. Her voice alone nearly sent me over the edge. "Shit—yeah," I mumbled. With a dreadful shudder, I obeyed, staggering back as reality blasted into me. I had just fucked my Luna. My Lady. Alpha's wife. I barely noticed how my hands gripped my still-hard length and my pants pooled at my legs. I was still perplexed as she turned to face me, her body glowing from our combined heat. "Xavier, that was—" She paused when she saw the expression on my face. I must have appeared crazy. Bewildered. Because I could not believe it. I had just experienced the best fuck of my life. With the most attract
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Chapter: Chapter 5Blythe’s POV The next morning, as soon as I finished breakfast, I began my search. For him. Xavier. I was restless, eager to find him. I walked through the castle like a ghost, careful to ensure that no one knew I was looking for a slave boy. The mere thought of someone asking me—a Queen looking for an omega—was shocking. So, I kept my search a secret. I didn’t ask the other omegas. I didn’t draw attention to myself. I simply looked. First, I passed the kitchen, where cooks and workers bustled about. But he wasn’t there. Then, I checked the plants. The omega rooms. The building. The government hall. Nothing. Even the warehouse, where the horses’ feed was kept—not a single sign of him. Did he leave? Did he run away last night—never to return? The thought made my stomach drop. Then— The sound of horses. I froze. The stables. How could I forget? I turned quickly, my heart racing, and ma
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Chapter: Chapter 4Blythe’s POV “I’m so sorry. Forgive me, My Lady.” His voice was breathless. Even his apologies sounded seductive to me. Xavier rose swiftly, his motions fast, restless—as if he wanted to get away from me immediately. I didn’t want him to feel sorry. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay. I wanted more. The way I had moaned into his lips as we kissed—I wanted him to moan the same way. I opened my mouth. “It’s—” “I’m deeply sorry, My Lady.” He cut me off with another apology, his voice harder. “I sincerely regret my actions.” That was a lie. I knew it was. I scowled inwardly at his foolishness. I wanted to taste every inch of him. Those sweet, wicked lips had stirred something wild within me. I longed to bring him back in. But his sorry-ass apologies was destroying the occasion. “There is nothing to be sorry about,” I said, edging closer. He instantly took two steps back. Then he bowed his head, eyes downcast. “No. I apologize, My Lady. I went too far w
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