All Chapters of Rejected and Torn between Alphas : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Callista’s POV"Weaklings like you shouldn't even be in my presence." Damian Ironclaw, the king Alpha of the Wolfsong Dominion Pack, lashed out at me, poison laced in his voice.I couldn’t muster the courage to stare him in the eyes; only if I wanted to get beaten up and locked up would I try such a thing.“I will make you pay dearly for refusing to stop following my son around!” His voice filled with disgust. “I am sorry, sir,” I muttered under my breath, barely above a whisper.“Get out of this place, now!” Alpha Damian roared at me.I quickly got up on my knees and scurried out of the palace, running as fast as my tiny legs could carry my body straight down to the small cabin that I shared with Dahlia, an omega like myself.Just as I was running into my cabin, I heard some other pack members laughing hysterically at me.A young pup among the members glared disdainfully. “Look at her, piece of sh*t."“Disgusting, she can't even shift not to talk of finding a mate, eww!" I heard ano

Callista’s POVDeep inside the woods, the two guards walking me out of the palace suddenly turned into fierce-looking wolves.They had different furs; one was a hybrid of gray and white, while the other was sparkling white.Their fangs are long and sharp like daggers, and their muscles rippled beneath their thick, ample furs.They howled at the moon, which pierced my heart, sending shivers down my spine. Their growls are deep and menacing.Huh? Why do they turn into wolves? Are they going to kill me just like that? With an attack?Thud, my body makes a sound, landing roughly on the floor as a result of a push, making my body ache. I winced slightly while holding my head; it was banging.Before I could know what was going on, I saw another wolf appear from nowhere.This one has shades of brown fur, but it's coarse and wiry, with long, sharp fangs. Its muscle is twice the size of each guard wolf in the palace.Its snarls are low and guttural. Its presence is enough to instill fear in th

Back at the Wolfsong Dominion PackCassius’s POVMy father told me he had once made this kind of decision, and the consequences led to the death of my mother during an attack by a rival pack because she was weak and couldn’t defend herself.I didn’t listen to my father; I forsake my crown so I could be with Callista.A string of betrayals pierced my heart as I learned that the wimpy Omega, with whom I was in forbidden love, poisoned my sister and even dared to cheat on me.Damn! It's so annoying. I rejected my mate for her, and all she could do was betray me.I don't know why I stoop so low for that useless late bloomer.Anyway, it’s fine now; she has gotten a taste of her own medicine.I hope she doesn't rest in peace.It's been three days since the death of Imogen; my father is still mourning her, and he is very angry with me. I need to get on his good side. I thought for a while, and then an idea struck my mind.“Father, I am sorry for disobeying you.” I bowed my head, with my face

Back at the Wolfsong Dominion PackCassius’s POVIt’s been exactly five days since Dahlia died. I couldn't bring myself to believe that she was brutally murdered in the Pack cell, but since she is just an omega under a cloud, her death didn’t bother any of us that much, although it all seemed like a mystery to me.I stepped out of the pack house, savoring the freshness of the atmosphere that came from the woods. The pack members are all seated around their fireplaces, not very far from each of their cabins, under the canopies of ancient towering trees, which were incorporated into framing and windows, revealing a connection to the wood where we took abode.Our environment is very serene; its serenity only lasts when there is peace. The serenity is likely fleeting because, as werewolves, we are always drawn to conflict and danger.For the past few years, I think we have been at peace with our neighboring packs. As powerful as the Wolfsong Dominion Pack might be, the least we could wish

Callista’s POV Her long hair cascades down in shimmering strands, and on her neck is silvery jewelry. A serene smile appears on her face. She is a beautiful and enchanting being. Her gaze looks like it holds the secrets of the universe as her golden-brown eyes bore into my hazel eyes, even though I am scared to describe what her face looks like.“Oh, you daughter of the soil!” Her soothing, calming, and melodic voice echoes, snapping me out of the trance I was in. What does she mean by daughter of the soil? I tried opening my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t. She walks closer, each step sending a warm, calming, and soothing sensation down my body, her presence illuminating the night sky. She possesses a celestial aura. She is the moon goddess!. “Callista!” The moon goddess called, her voice echoing loudly. “Yes, moon goddess,” I responded calmly. “Go and conquer your enemies!” Her voice reeks of power and authority. “How am I supposed to do that?” I asked amidst tears, rememberi