Rejected at My Own Mating Ceremony — Novel

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In the heart of the Thornfell pack, Selene Everhart's dreams shatter during what should have been the happiest night of her life. Rejected at her own mating ceremony, she watches as Lucian, the Alpha she’s loved for years, rushes to the side of Rosalie, the fragile woman who seems to need him more than Selene ever could. As whispers of betrayal swirl around her, Selene finds herself caught in a web of duty and heartache, forced to confront the truth she’s buried deep: how long can she endure being second in Lucian’s heart?

With her world turned upside down, Selene is left to pick up the pieces amidst the cold reality of her loneliness. Lucian’s promises echo hollowly in her mind, while the warmth of his family’s kindness feels like a cruel reminder of what she’s lost. As she immerses herself in her Luna duties, a new opportunity arises that could change everything. Should she stay and fight for a love that may never be hers, or seize the chance to forge a new path away from the shadows of her broken heart?

In a world where loyalty is tested and love is as fragile as the moonlight, Selene must decide: is it time to reclaim her own destiny, or will she remain bound to a past that no longer serves her?

Rejected at My Own Mating CeremonyChapter 1

Lucian Thornfell’s neighbor, Rosalie Winfield, fainted in the middle of our betrothal feast.

Before I could even rise from my seat as the future Luna, Lucian—the pack’s Alpha—was already moving. One moment he had been beside me beneath the silver moon lanterns, and the next he was kneeling at Rosalie’s side, lifting her into his arms as though I were no longer there.

Without a word to me.

Without regard for the elders.

Without care for the humiliation.

He carried her straight to the healer’s den.

And I was left behind.

The drums fell silent. The pack members froze. Elders whispered behind raised goblets of wine, and the long banquet tables remained untouched—food prepared for a celebration that ended before it truly began.

So I did what I had done too many times before.

I smiled.

I soothed the offended elders, dismissed the omegas, and oversaw the clearing of the feast hall myself. I stood beneath the moon lanterns until the last pack member left, until the last overturned goblet was cleared away, until nothing remained of the evening but the cold ache lodged in my chest.