Rejected and claimed by the alpha beast Novel by Paige T

HAYDEN

Nights in the pack have been uneventful; it always has been for the years that we’ve been on this island, away from the other packs and away from the fight. Ever since the bl**dy battle that scarred our people two decades ago, great leaders have been lost to it.

My wolf brothers and I sat perched on the top of a hilltop that surrounds and overlooks the pack, watching the stars align in the sky just like any other day, but for a moment, it felt different.

“Why are you ** out, Hayden?” Jax, a beta, and my best friend called to me while the others snickered around the fire. I don’t know why this night felt colder than the other nights I’ve spent on patrol with my men.

“I’m sure he’s thinking about the very pretty female who seduced him to her bed last night; he left early from the bar,” my other friend Beta Michael mutters, making the small group howl with laughter.

“Well, f*k you, Michael,” I mutter with a chuckle, but it was interrupted by a d**g howl that caught us off guard. The amusement quickly faded from my face as my brows creased in alertness.

Gone were the smiles and laughter from our small group as their gaze turned dark and alert. Their muscles flexed in anticipation of the danger, something we’ve all been trained from childhood to face as warriors. “What the f**k was that?” Brady, the youngest of the group of our group says.

Their attention goes to the cliff end of the eastern bound lands, a place that the humans hunt frequently, but the guilds were far too afraid of the shadow creatures that loomed in the south forest; they had no idea those night creatures were us and were too afraid to come to our land.

They’d be dead if they stepped into this territory. And it’s been an ultimate cover for our wolves not to take notice of our little island because of the magic veils around it, protection created by witches 20 years ago.

“Hayden,” Jax calls to me. All our gazes shift to the dark woods, but no one can from the white wolf we see running from the hunting jeeps of those monstrous humans that

look away followed the wolf. After all our warnings, they still dared to come into our land.

And with the spelled shields we had beyond the trail, no one could see this island or even enter it unless they were calhan wolves, so how was this lone wolf coming towards us?…

“The wolf sees it…” Jax mutters in astonishment.

“But she is not going to make it,” Michael says as we watch the white wolf leap up with its last strength. That jump was far too steep, and with its heavily wounded legs, there was doubt that the wolf could barely jump.

But the white wolf proves us all wrong as it barely tumbles onto our territory. “Is it one of ours?” Jax says to me, but I shake my head in disapproval. Our wolves were born grey and dark cyan, but never this white, and they never stepped out of the territory without us knowing, so who is this mysterious wolf? And why do I feel drawn?

I ordered a part of my men to track the hunt guild, making sure to show them why our warnings are never to be messed with. I watched as they raced through secret gates, out to the northlands, while Jax, Brady, and I moved stealthily into the woods in the direction of the wounded wolf.

A howl and then a scream of pain filled the forest. A feel of the wolf’s agony made all our wolves thrash. I knew my wolf brothers felt it too, so we hurried our steps further into the

woods.

We heard a heavy thud to the floor to see the wolf had shifted into a female; her naked skin covered with blood and marks made our bodies alert. I hurried forward, shifting back to my wolf, then covering her before the rest of my men came into view.

“What the hell… How in the moon’s name did she come into our lands? She shouldn’t be able to see this place!” Brady muttered.

“We will talk about that later. Right now, she has lost a lot of blood,” I announce to the corps. Even in her bloodied state, she is the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen. Her red hair plastered to her sweaty face and an uncommon streak of white hair intrigued me.

But I knew she needed help, so I picked her up in my arms. “It isn’t safe to bring her in,” Brady said. I know I was alpha, but I hated playing rank on my friends, but something in my body to protect this small female rose to the surface.

“If she has the spirit to survive that murderous guild of bloodthirsty humans, she stays,” I said to Brady with finality in my tone. He then bowed to my words, and I tucked her close to me as we hurried back to the pack, and I couldn’t help but squeeze her tighter.

With my signal, the gates opened as we marched in. Gaze-filled, I turned and stared at the strange cloth-covered figure in my arms. Her presence had most of the pack males in

Some with intrigue and some with dark glances, I knew that feral side called to them; she had an aura about her, a scent; she was like a walking magnet to us; her scent screamed something that had my wolf trashing to obey.

But I was stronger than weak mind games; I knew better than to give in to my especially with a wounded female.

instincts,

I hurried to the hospital, a large 3-story building that had been ma for the pack’s medical aid. For the last decade, our pack has been more inclined to learn about human ways and their technologies, exchanging ideas with kind humans who have become our acquaintances.

We were not like most packs that stayed away from treaties with humans; we have been made rules to share knowledge and medicine to what we excel at with them.

Our hospital has state-of-the-art medicines brought from the human realm. But we were careful enough not to learn too much; we always kept our guards up. I rushed into the clinic, searching for a familiar face, which I spotted.

“My gods!” Abby, our pack’s elder and oldest doctor, calls with a gasp the moment she sees the wounded state of the female in my arms. I was immediately led to a private room. I drop her unconscious on the bed, her body warm to the touch. “Where did you find her?”

“By the woods of the south entrance…”

“What? How is that possible with the veil?”

“I don’t know, but she needs help; there are silver bullets in her body; it’s a miracle she is alive.” I mutter to Abby, who nods as she begins to bring her surgery tools in haste.

“I need the room alpha,” Abby tells me. She is more than a nagging grandmother who is our most respected elder, but we all listen.

It happened so fast that one moment she was unconscious before we knew it. Her eyes shot open, the most powerful violet hues I’ve ever seen, her arms drove to my throat, her canines sharp, and her claws just at the expense of my neck. My fast speed stops her from causing any real damage.

I could tell it was her body going into protective mode, and she was hardly sane right now from the pain. Moons must be thinking we are those monsters after her.

The intense spark I felt from staring into those eyes had my body hot, a feeling I’d never felt before. But I steel myself to concentrate.

It’s ok, you’re safe. You’re here,” I say to her with a low, assuring voice. The panic in her eyes settles as her eyes flicker, her guarded powers go out, and her eyes turn back to icy blue. From my word, she falls back to sleep.

The room fell into a tense silence, with neither Inor Abby speaking before she reacted. I could tell Abby was still s**d, but she was a brave doctor; she knew it needed to be done to help her pain.

“I need to prepare her for surgery; her temperature is rising, and I need to get the silver bullets from her body,” she tells me.

This time I left the room, and my beta Jax and our friend Brady stood out the door, with Michael returning with his men.

“Is it done?” I ask the beta, who nods. Assuring me of my orders to attack the guild.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Yes, Alpha, the hunt guilds are dead; we left the leaders with a warning; he will never be able to harm anyone. Again,” Michael tells me. “What about the girl?”

“In surgery, we have to see how she’s going to hold up with all those bullets.” I assured the squad before they were dismissed that I couldn’t leave. I didn’t know why, but I just couldn’t.

It was more than a surprise that was etched in my face when Abby walked into the hallway; she looked more stunned than worried, and I felt my wolf itch to ask for her.

“What is it?”

“It’s, unlike anything I’ve seen, as soon as I helped take out the silver bullet, her healing process began; she healed so fast, almost like us, but more rapid than anything I’ve encountered, and those eyes… she still needs to be examined, but she needs rest,” she says quietly.

I knew I made a big gamble by letting a strange female into our pack, but a part of me felt she wasn’t dangerous. “It’s alright, Abby; I’ll see to it; you are not in danger. I patted the smaller female.

I head to the private room, slowly opening the door. I see her breath steady; the slow rise of her chest confirms my worries are over; her temperature is still a bit hot. It was no surprise during her healing process.

I watched her from the shadows, something that comes naturally to our pack. My wolf was intrigued as to who this mysterious yet beautiful red was and where she was from. I couldn’t help but trace a hand over her to touch her hair behind her ears. And I couldn’t help but wonder out loud,