Rejected and claimed by the alpha beast Novel by Paige T

The search had just begun back at the Blackmoon pack; they scavenged from their pack until they entered the territory filled with rogues.

The rogues were smart enough not to attack or even make themselves seen by Rygan, they felt the bloodlust pulsating from him. The fury and rage in his gaze wed there would be no mercy if caught.

Rygan was like a madman on a mission: he scoured the territories with his men, and they never saw this feral yet beastly nature from Rygan, not since Elise was taken.

After an hour in the rogue territory, Rygan finally gets a whiff of a different scent, a b**dy one that smells like a mortal enemy. His snout flared as he trailed the scent to the edge of the rogue’s lands.

He comes face-to-face with a human, barely alive, his hands covering his throat, and he is trying to stop the blood from spilling out.

Utter shock and terror showed on the male’s face as he watched Rygan’s black wolf circle him. His powers only worked with wolves, so he knew he needed to communicate with the male, who was losing blood at a fast pace.

He shifts back to his human form, his eyes cold as he stares at the male like he is utter filth, especially since the uniform the man is wearing brings back memories from that day when he lost Alana.

“You saw a female wolf, didn’t you?” He asks the male, who nods; his vocal cords are already pumped with so much blood that he can’t speak.

But his answer already ignites a fire in Rygan, giving him a slight hope that he is on the right path. “Did she do this?” He mutters, and the man shakes his head.

Now he was confused and all the more worried that another person might have taken her-a rogue that would force her to be his breeder or another part of a sc***y human gang who was planning to kill or sell her.

While Rygan is in thought, the human decides to be reckless, with his hands reaching for a dagger to stab Rygan, but when he raises his hands to attack, Rygan is faster.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

That anger and bloodlust ran hot in his system. He wielded the knife, turning it over as he began to push it towards the man. Even with pleading eyes, Rygan was ruthless as he dug it into the man’s throat, and blood splayed into the ground and his chest.

Even though these wounds might not have been inflicted by him, Rygan had a feeling that Elise had been tortured and wounded by these monsters.

It isn’t long before his pack arrives, with Kaide and Tazmin leading the bunch, and for an unexplained reason, Alvira wants to go with them, so she rages along.

“You are too fast for us, Rygan,” Alvira says on her horse. Though she wasn’t a shifter, she could still manipulate her claws and fangs and also had the inhumane strength that their kind was blessed with.

Kaide and Taz had decided to come on a horse to their troops. “We need dive deeper into the hunting terrain,” he said to them.

They were both quiet, knowing one wrong move would send Rygan on another spiraling rampage, especially since he’d been searching these woods for days without end.

Alvira tries to control her face and expression; her hands grip tighter on the rein of her horse as she grits her teeth with each word he utters. That place is dangerous, Rygan. You don’t mean we should go; you want to bring the woman who killed our child back? I mean, she could be in Kyren’s pack already, and there is nothing we can do about her,” she adds.

The scent of blood became more intense from the dead bodies of humans that were mixed with an intense and familiar one. Rygan’s heart plummets to his chest when he takes in the gory space and witnesses Elise’s blood and dress on the ground. Proving that he was right

about this.

But he couldn’t find her body; only a trail of blood pushed into his senses, and his nose flared as he followed the scent.

He’s kept himself awake only drinking alcohol as he’s barely slept. His burdens made him feel like such a madman every day, having to adhere to the elders’ rules. He knew he couldn’t overlook what Elise did, especially since she hurt Kaide and Alvira, his offspring, too.

A burning thought that fills him with anger crosses his mind. He knows werewolf pregnancy matures fast, and it barely takes a week before it can be found and sensed in the female. Her scent would become irresistible to them.

But if Elise is pregnant with Kyren’s child, would he be able to accept him? But what if that child is his? Rygan thinks; his thoughts are brown when he gats a whiff of and intense whoff of Elise scent mixed with blood, he stops in his tracks at a dead end eyes wide with atrociy of the bloddy scene, and his troops pauses too. “No, he mutters in horror.

He bends, heaving his guts out. It feels like a sick notion to think Elise was here, being tortured and bleeding with no help, because this is the end of where the blood trail stops.

This is where the trail of blood ends at a cliff. Rygan didn’t want to believe that she could possibly have fallen in there. “There is no other path with her scent; it ends here.” Taz said, his voice filled with so much pain. “She must have fallen and is dead-”

Rygan moved in speed, pinning his beta to a tree, his eyes blazing with mad fury. “Do not f**g dare finish that sentence, Taz; Elise is alive, she has to be!” Rygan called darkly. The last words he’d said to her were harsh; it couldn’t be their last time together.

Behind them, Alvira looks happy and relieved that Elise is nowhere to be found and could be dead. She tries hard to keep a smile beneath her icy features, even ough she is ecstatic with

the news.

“You attacking your beta will not bring her back, Rygan,” Alvira says. “We can only wait for the other troops to search for more clues, but she might be dead; that fall is too steep for anyone to survive, not even a wolf.”

The deadly gaze spun to her and made Alvira shut her mouth quickly, trembling under his gaze as she felt a p**g pang stab to her heart, knowing a part of his beastly cold heart still cared for that woman.

“Then I will check myself if she is at the bottom of that cliff,” he says to his men as he brings his arms down from pinning Taz on the tree. Even as he stands at the end of this cliff, he feels like he’s missing something-something so close he almost feels insane for missing it-

but what?

“Rygan, it’s dangerous, and you are not in the state to do that,” Kaide says, muttering. “Because what? Because I’ve been drinking, I am perfectly away from this, and I’ll find her. “No, it’s because

you haven’t slept for over four days; you aren’t fine. I know we weren’t with you when those things with Kyren happened, but we can help you; let me help.” Kaide

assures.

Rygan knows that even though their relationship had drifted apart because of Elise, after what he did to her, another fresh rage threatened to rise as his larger frame loomed over Kaide’s stature with a hand to his throat. “How the f**k can I trust you after you did that to her?” he snarls.

“I can’t go; I can’t leave her here; I have to know…”he drawls slowly.

“Alpha, no one can survive this fall, and it’s dangerous!” One of the guards pleads as she kneels; their alpha’s health was their top priority, and seeing how Rygan looked distraught with dark eye bags, he looked like he could drop dead at any minute. A firm press to his shoulders by Taz, who comes forward.

“You’ve bare eaten or slept. We had no choice, and you know it. Kaide can help,” he muttered. to Rygan. Taz nodded in response with a pleading gaze to Rygan, who leo. He still hoped he could trust Kaide; this was the last chance he’d give

He leaves the cliffside with a grunt to his steps. He staggers a step before Alvira comes to his aid and helps him stand up since his senses have been used and strained for days without sleep or rest.

But he pushes her hands away from him as he turns back to his betas and says, “Find her.” Those two words affirm his trust in their seeking skills because he has a good team of trackers.

Alvira, on the other hand, looks to her cousin with relief, a small glee that they might just get away with this, and all the more pleasant news to find out that Elise is dead.

A broad, victorious smile spread on Alvira’s face as her lips dipped into a grin. She looked at the cliff stained with Elise’s blood on the rock.

Finally, she won.