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My fiancé, Prince Damian, cast me aside to marry Clarissa for her family’s political backing.
At their grand royal wedding, I was expected to smile and quietly accept my humiliation.
Instead, I drank a potent herbal concoction I brewed myself and stumbled into the private chambers of his father, Alpha King Aldric.
When the Queen and my ex-fiancé finally broke down the heavy oak door, they found me weeping on the floor, my dress torn, holding a silver dagger to my own heart.
“My honor… it’s ruined,” I sobbed.
Damian fell to his knees in front of the entire court, begging his father to let him take me as a second mate, completely humiliating his new bride.
The King roared in fury at the scandal. To “protect” me from his son’s obsession, he decreed I be exiled to Vargan’s Reach, the freezing, barbarian-infested North.
The Queen smirked, thinking she had finally disposed of me. Damian cried, thinking he had lost his true love forever. The King watched me leave with deep guilt in his eyes, thinking I was a fragile, ruined Omega who almost died from shame.
But as my carriage rolled out of the capital, I wiped away my fake tears and smiled.
They didn’t know the North was my family’s loyal stronghold, and I had orchestrated this entire disaster myself.
My revenge had just begun.
Rejected by the Prince, Claimed by the Alpha King Chapter 1
Seraphina Beaumont POV:
I leaned against the cold stone of the corridor, the sound of cheers from the banquet hall a physical blow. Damian and his new bride, Clarissa, were accepting the court’s blessings. Each wave of applause felt like a needle pricking my eardrums.
Clarissa wasn’t content with taking Damian from me—she wanted to destroy me completely.
Before the ceremony began, she handed me a glass of wine, claiming she sought my blessing. The moment I caught the scent of that drink, I knew something was wrong. But I said nothing. I only pretended to drink it. She had no idea that the blade she handed me would be turned against herself.
From a hidden pocket in my gown, I pulled a small silver flask, intricately carved with my family’s crest. My fingers trembled from excitement.
I uncorked the stopper.
A strange scent, a mix of moonpetal and bitter wormwood, escaped. It was a potent herbal concoction I had spent months brewing, using knowledge from the oldest texts in my family’s library.
Its purpose wasn’t arousal. It was designed to amplify emotion and sensory input, to make the drinker appear utterly vulnerable, a state of distress so profound it could deceive even the most powerful Alpha.
An image of Damian’s handsome, treacherous face flashed in my mind. He had sworn I was his only moonlight, yet he cast me aside for the support of the Montgomery family without a second thought.
I brought the flask to my lips and drank the deep purple liquid in one go.
The spicy, herbal taste burned my throat. A wave of heat shot through my limbs, and my vision began to blur at the edges. This was it.
Stumbling, I braced myself against the wall and moved deeper into the corridor. My destination was the royal family’s private wing, where my true target was waiting: Alpha King Aldric.
I deliberately tore at the hem of my dress, pulling it into disarray. I loosened my silver hair, letting strands cling to my cheeks, which were already flushed from the potion.
My inner wolf, the white wolf of my bloodline, howled in protest at this self-inflicted weakness. I crushed its dissent with the force of my will. To appear as a helpless Omega was the first step of my plan.
Finally, I reached a massive oak door carved with the lion and wolf of the Carlisle royal crest. I knew the King was inside.
I didn’t knock.
Instead, I threw my body against the door with all the feigned weakness I could muster. The dull thud was followed by the sound of my body sliding to the floor.
Silence.
The lack of response from within made my heart skip a beat. This was an unexpected obstacle.
Gritting my teeth, I raised a hand and slapped it weakly against the wood, letting out a soft whimper that was a perfect blend of pain and confusion.
The door clicked open.
A pair of black, military-style boots entered my blurry field of vision.
My eyes traveled up the long, powerful legs to the towering figure that now loomed over me, casting me in shadow.
He was Alpha King Aldric Carlisle, a living legend, the ruler of our kingdom with Lycan blood in his veins.
I forced my potion-widened eyes to focus, my violet pupils reflecting his face. His eyes were the color of ice-gray steel, and just as cold.
“Who are you?” he asked. His voice was a low, chilling rumble, like ice cracking over a deep lake.
I opened my mouth, but only a broken gasp escaped. My body began to tremble, a perfect performance of a weak Omega overwhelmed by a dominant Alpha’s presence.
His scent, a powerful and mix of cedar and obsidian, flooded my senses, making my feigned reaction feel terrifyingly real.
I tried to scramble to my feet, but my legs felt like water. I collapsed back onto the cold floor, tears welling in my eyes.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Aldric’s brow. He was already losing patience with this intrusion.
Just as I thought he would call the guards to drag me away, I took my final chance. I reached out a trembling hand and grasped the hem of his trousers.
“Help… me…” I forced out the words, my voice raspy and desperate.
His gaze sharpened, boring into me as if trying to see my soul. He crouched down, his powerful Alpha pheromones washing over me like a tidal wave.
He didn’t help me up.
Instead, he grabbed my arm, his grip rough and devoid of pity, and hauled me to my feet.
My body slammed against his chest. It was like hitting a wall of solid muscle, and the impact made my head spin.
He bent his head, his cold nose almost touching the side of my neck, the most vulnerable spot for a wolf. He was scenting me.
I could feel the exact moment his body went rigid. He must have smelled it—the scent I had created. The pure lily of my natural scent, now mixed with the overwhelming stench of an Omega’s terror, all thanks to the herbs.
I closed my eyes, a single tear finally escaping and tracing a path down my cheek. I let my body go limp in his arms, giving up the “fight.”
The instant I collapsed, his arm tightened around me, a purely instinctual move to keep me from falling. That subconscious, protective gesture told me everything.
My first step was a success.
He swept me up into his arms, his stride long and powerful as he carried me back into the room. The door slammed shut behind us, kicked closed by his heel.
I was not placed gently on a bed. I was tossed onto the plush rug in the center of the room.
He stood over me, his expression unreadable as he studied me like a hunter examining its captured prey.
I knew I was getting closer to victory, but my face was still a mask of carefully crafted fear.
He moved closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. “Tell me,” his voice was laced with unquestionable authority, “who sent you?”
Rejected by the Prince, Claimed by the Alpha King Chapter 2
Genevieve Montgomery POV:
I held my crystal goblet with practiced elegance, a perfect smile fixed on my face as I accepted congratulations from the visiting Pack Alphas. I was the Luna Queen, and I played my part flawlessly.
Across the grand hall, my son, Damian, the heir to the kingdom, stood with his new bride, Clarissa. They were about to receive the Elder’s blessing.
Clarissa was my niece, and this union would solidify our Montgomery family’s position at the heart of the kingdom. It was a masterpiece of political maneuvering.
My gaze swept the assembled guests, searching for a flash of silver hair. Seraphina Beaumont. She was absent.
A sliver of unease worked its way into my heart. The Beaumont girl was always impeccably polite. Her absence from an event of this magnitude was highly unusual.
I caught the eye of my personal handmaiden, Agnes, and gave a subtle nod. She understood immediately and slipped away into the crowd to find out what had happened to Seraphina.
The ceremony began. The Elder’s deep voice echoed through the hall, but I saw Damian’s eyes dart towards the entrance. He was looking for her.
I let out a silent, cold scoff. My son was still foolishly obsessed with that woman. It only strengthened my resolve to remove Seraphina Beaumont as a potential problem. Permanently.
Just as Damian was about to place the ceremonial mating necklace around Clarissa’s neck, a young servant girl burst into the hall, her face pale with panic.
She was a wolfless, I noted with disdain. No inner wolf, no ability to use the mind-link. She had to deliver her news in the most primitive, disruptive way possible. It was why they were kept to menial tasks, away from important functions.
Guards moved to intercept her, but she shrieked, “Your Majesty! Something has happened!”
Every head in the hall turned. The ceremony ground to a halt. A low murmur of whispers spread through the guests like a disease.
My face hardened into a mask of cold fury. Whatever this was, interrupting the royal wedding ceremony was an unforgivable insult to the crown.
“Let her pass,” I commanded, my voice like ice. I would deal with this quickly and brutally. “What is so important that you would dare to cause such a scene?”
The girl, whose name I believed was Daisy, fell to her knees, trembling. “The Sunstone Chamber… Your Majesty, in the King’s own chambers… there are… there are a woman’s cries!”
My heart stopped. The Sunstone Chamber was Aldric’s private sanctuary. No woman, other than myself, was ever permitted to enter.
I saw Damian’s face drain of all color. He swayed on his feet, his body trembling as if he’d been struck.
Clarissa froze, her hand flying to her mouth as she grabbed Damian’s arm for support, her eyes wide with fear.
“What kind of cries?” I demanded, forcing myself to remain calm, to control the narrative.
Daisy’s face was now bright red. “C-crying…” she stammered. “And… and begging…”
The hall exploded.
The whispers became a roar of speculation. The King, forcing a woman in his private chambers? On the night of his son’s wedding? The scandal was unthinkable. It was a stain on our family, on my son.
I had to crush this immediately.
“Nonsense!” I snapped, my voice sharp and cruel. “A wolfless servant girl, spreading vicious lies! Take her away! Cut out her tongue!”
My order quieted some of the noise, but the faces of the guests were filled with a hungry, vicious curiosity.
As the guards moved to drag Daisy away, Damian cried out, “Mother! Wait!”
He rushed to my side, his blue eyes bloodshot with worry. “Seraphina is missing. I’m worried that… what if it’s Seraphina?”
My heart clenched again. If it was her, this was far more complicated than a simple bit of palace gossip.
I looked at my son’s panicked face, then at Clarissa, who was on the verge of tears. Fury burned in my chest.
“Be quiet,” I hissed, my voice low and dangerous. “Do you want everyone here to know you are still pining for that woman? Do you want to turn your own wedding into a joke?”
Damian fell silent, but the desperate worry in his eyes remained.
Just then, Agnes reappeared at my side, her face grim. “Your Majesty,” she whispered, “Lady Beaumont is indeed missing. Her maid said she felt unwell and left the feast early.”
My heart sank into a pit of ice. Seraphina. Aldric. It couldn’t be.
I had to see for myself. I would not let this scandal destroy everything I had built for my son.
“The ceremony is paused,” I announced to the stunned crowd. “I will return shortly.”
Without another word, I gathered my skirts and, with a contingent of my personal guard, swept out of the hall, my path set for the Sunstone Chamber.
Rejected by the Prince, Claimed by the Alpha King Chapter 3
Seraphina Beaumont POV:
I knelt on the rug, the sheer force of the Alpha King’s presence pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.
“Who sent you?” Aldric’s voice echoed in the silent room, a command wrapped in cold steel.
I shook my head, feeling tears blur my vision. “No… no one,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I was… I was lost…”
The excuse sounded flimsy, but I knew the potion coursing through my veins made my fear, my helplessness, so authentic that it would cloak the lie in a shroud of truth.
Aldric let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Lost? You got lost and ended up in my private chambers?”
He crouched down, his fingers gripping my chin, forcing my head up so I had to meet his gaze. “Look at me, little thing. My patience is wearing thin.”
It was then that I heard it. The muffled sound of footsteps and hushed, angry voices from outside the door. Queen Genevieve. She was faster than I’d anticipated.
The opportunity had come. I had to make the situation… irreversible… before she came in.
A spark of calculated madness ignited within me. I wrenched my chin from his grasp and scrambled away, launching myself toward a decorative stone pillar in the corner of the room.
I never intended to hit it, of course. The gesture was all that mattered—the act of a desperate, honorable maiden choosing death over shame.
Aldric’s reaction was faster than I could have dreamed. With a low growl, he moved like a black bolt of lightning, closing the distance in a heartbeat.
His powerful arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me back against his unyielding chest. “You want to die?” he roared, his hot breath fanning across my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
This was the moment. I began to struggle violently in his arms, letting out a piercing scream that was a perfect symphony of terror and violation.
The sound was sharp enough to cut through the thick oak door, a clear message to everyone waiting outside.
From beyond the door, Genevieve’s voice came, tight with suppressed fury. “Your Majesty! It is I, Genevieve! Open this door!”
I felt Aldric’s body tense. He clearly hadn’t expected his queen to arrive with an audience.
I took my cue and cried out louder, my voice filled with pathetic sobs, “Let me go! Please… let me go…”
My performance made everything before them appear all the more real.
Aldric’s face was a mask of thunder. He shoved me away from him. “Be quiet!” he snarled.
Outside, Genevieve, hearing no reply, gave the order, “Break down the door!”
A flash of pure irritation crossed Aldric’s face. He smoothed his tunic, strode to the door, and wrenched it open.
There stood the Queen, flanked by her guards. Behind her, a pale and trembling Clarissa. When Clarissa saw me, looking every bit the victim, she gasped and covered her mouth. She had certainly wished to see me like this, but not here.
Genevieve’s eyes, sharp as daggers, raked over my pathetic form before landing on Aldric. “Aldric,” she said, her voice shaking with rage, “you will give me an explanation!”
The guards behind her stared at the floor, refusing to witness the high drama unfolding.
With everyone now present, I seized the moment and spoke weakly, “The wine… I drank a glass of wine and started feeling strange…”
Before I could even utter Clarissa’s name, she looked like she was about to faint. “No… it wasn’t me… I don’t know…” she stammered, her panicked eyes giving away the lie.
Genevieve understood at once. Her own foolish niece had orchestrated this disaster.
The Queen’s body trembled with fury. She forced a semblance of calm and turned back to Aldric. “Your Majesty, this is all a misunderstanding. Clarissa is young and foolish, I will handle…”
She was trying to frame it as a petty squabble between women, a mess she could clean up by quietly disposing of me.
But she had misjudged the King. An Alpha King’s pride, especially when his authority was questioned in his own territory, was a dangerous thing.
Before Genevieve could finish, Aldric cut her off, his voice dropping to a lethal calm. “Enough. All of you, get out.”
The command stunned everyone into silence, including the Queen.
After Clarissa tearfully confessed to using a rare herb, the furious Queen slapped her across the face, the sound echoing in the tense hallway. The bond between aunt and niece was visibly fractured.
Aldric slammed the door shut, plunging the room back into a heavy silence.
He turned to face me, his ice-gray eyes filled with a complex, unreadable expression.
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