"I, Lance Mane, the future Alpha of the Silver Creek Pack, reject you Maisie Walter as my Luna," I said and she nodded looking down as if she expected.

"You're a slave, the daughter of rogues, who killed a lot in our Pack, you don't deserve to be the Luna of the Pack, you don't deserve to be alive," I spat turning to leave.

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Maisie was taken as a slave of the Silver Creek Pack after her parents were burnt alive as they are tagged as rogues by the Alpha. She was mistreated much more than other slaves of the Pack and suffered a lot from her mate, the next-in-line Alpha Lance. He rejected her and slept with women in her presence as a way of torture. 

Lance Mane was the future Alpha of the Silver Creek Pack, he hated his mate because his mate’s parents killed his mother. But he can not avoid falling in love with his enemy’s daughter. He hid his tender heart but tortured and rejected his mate.

Will Lance Mane’s hatred last or will he end up submitting to the mate bond?

Can Maisie Walter escape from torture and get the chance to revenge for her parents？

Read to find out.

The Alpha's Rejected Mate*

　　I was trying to be strong, it's been hard, but I vowed to give birth to this baby, no matter how hard it felt.


　　Lance has been crying every day, he keeps sighing repeatedly and I was scared of leaving him alone.


　　We just got back together, whoever was doing this hurt me, and whatever spell they used, it was working, my heartbeat kept rising and falling.


　　I sometimes felt like I was dying and right now, I felt like I could see death lurking at the corners.


　　Lance kept looking at me, his eyes filled with tears. I was shocked he lost it in front of the healer, but it was obvious he did not care for his image right now.


　　I wanted to be strong, but it was hard right now with all the pain I'm feeling.


　　My body is burning inside out and I could feel a cold sweat running down the middle of my forehead. My stomach started rolling and I knew it wasn't good. I tried to suppress my nausea by focusing on taking deep breaths, which seemed to make things worse.


CHAPTER 112 My Son, Our Son