A Second Chance Mate for the Rejected Hybrid

Chapter one

Rejected

Elena Pov

"I, Blake Blackwood, future Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack, reject you, Elena Reynolds, as my fated mate and future Luna.".

"Ugh..." I gasped and groaned as blinding pain ripped through me, sending me collapsing to the ground. I clenched my chest tightly, and my heart leaped almost out of my chest. I couldn't breathe. The ground felt like it had been ripped off from under me, and tears burned my eyes.

Blake collapsed beside me, gasping continuously for air, and numerous guards rushed to his aid, while I was left alone in my anguish.

"What are you waiting for, you pig? Accept the rejection and free him from this torture". The Luna growled, her voice sharp and cold. At this moment, I could feel the piercing gaze of the entire pack on me. They all hated me deeply and wanted nothing more than for me to accept Blake's rejection.

You must be curious about who I was and what crime I had committed for my entire pack to hate me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Elena Reynolds, daughter of the late Alpha Watcher Rhodes Reynolds-one of the most prestigious and dreaded Alpha Watchers to ever exist. Being the only daughter of an Alpha Watcher should have earned me such respect and reverence for the rest of my life, but that did not happen. Instead I was reduced lower than an omega and abhorred as the pack slave.

My miserable life had all begun on my sixteenth birthday, under the full moon, when I was possessed by a strong force and shifted into a beast instead of a wolf. My beast had killed my parents and the previous pack Luna. Ever since that night, my life has been nothing but a complete nightmare. From being afflicted with wolfsbane and silver once every month to being bullied and spurned by the entire pack and finally being rejected by my mate-the only last person who was meant to love and care for me.

The Luna strode hastily towards me and grabbed me harshly by my hair. Her features turning darker. I was the one who had been rejected and humiliated, yet she was even more infuriated than me.

"If you do not accept his rejection right now, I am going to make sure you do not live to see the dawn of a new day." She growled, and I gulped, my tongue feeling heavy in my mouth. But I knew there was no point in refusing his rejection. My tears burned my eyes as they streamed continuously down my face.

"I... Ele... - Elena Reynolds of the Moon Crest Pack accepts the rejection of Blake Blackwood and pledges to stand by it." I winced in pain as a burning sensation stirred inside me. I knew the moon goddess was erasing the mate bond. I had lost Blake forever.

Blake slowly rose from the ground, and his eyes flickered briefly towards mine. There was no regret in his eyes, no remorse, no concern. Instead, his eyes were cold and darker. A cruel mocking smile curled at the corners of his lips, as he took steady strides towards Celine - the female he had returned with after being away from the pack for five years. His arms wrapped possessively around her slender waist, and my stomach dropped sharply.

"Celine." He mumbled her name, a slow smile spreading across his face. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and goosebumps broke out on my arms.

"Will you make me the happiest man alive and be my chosen mate?" He growled. And I shook my head, struggling to stop the tears from falling. Different questions sprawled in my head.

Was I that ugly?

He rejects me as his fated mate, and the next second askes someone else to be his chosen mate.

Was the Moon goddess playing a fast one on me?

Or was it simply because of my past? A past that has caused me nothing but unbearable pain and promised to cause me even more in the near future.

"I, Celine Hayes, of the Blue Moon Pack, accept Blake Blackwood as my chosen mate and promise to always stand by him come high and deep waters.".

The crowd erupted into loud chirps and squeals of delight. Blake pulled Celine closer to him, leaving barely an inch of space between them. Slowly, he tilted his face to the crook of her neck, where her shoulder and neck meet, his canines extended, and his teeth sank deep into her flesh, marking her. My tears fell, salty streams down my face, and it felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach, knocking the life out of me.

Unable to control the rising tsunami inside me. I ran away without looking back and promised never to return.

Chapter Two

My Warlock. My Savior

Elena

How long have I been running? I can't recall. However, I can't stop now. I have to keep running. I have to run until I am out of the pack borders.

"There she is!!!". A sudden voice growled loudly from a corner, and before I could even dash off, four guards grabbed me harshly by both arms.

"Let go of me." I managed to utter, my voice trembling as my hands grew clammy.

"Shut up, you poor, stupid pig. We are taking you back to the royal pack house, and nothing shall save you from the Luna's wrath".

"Please just let me go. I don't want to go back there; you know how much everyone in the Pack despises me, especially the Luna". I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Hey, it's okay; we aren't going to take you back there, but that's if only you can take us all." One of the guards leered at me, licking his lips suggestively and rubbing a hand on his crotch. The others snickered too, their eyes flickering over me with want and lust.

I shook my head, backing away from them, my heart slamming against my ribs.

"You better not try to run away, Elena. We know you want this". The red-haired guard gestured to his body, and my stomach churned in disgust.

"You've been stuck in the palace for three fucking years, and we know you want this pleasurable experience. So, either you let us ride you the easy way, or we will ride you the hard way". They all laughed and began to close in on me.

"You perverts should get the fuck away from me, or else I will unleash my beast and kill you all." I sneered-or I tried to. It came out more as a wheeze, and the guards burst out laughing, clenching their stomach tightly as tears welled in their eyes.

The red-haired guard took the first step closer, and I felt his disgusting breath against my skin. If only the beast in me would be unleashed like that night, but like all other times, I have prayed and hoped it remains locked up in its cage. The red-haired one trailed his fingers along my face, and I instantly spat at him.

That's when the first blow hit.

I groaned in pain and clenched my stomach tightly, gasping continuously for breath, but before I could even recover, another hit came, this time from my back. I crumpled to the ground, blood spilling from my lips as hot tears blurred my vision.

"Please..." I whimpered, my tears falling freely as I sobbed. The guards laughed harder, their hands roaming my body. Strong arms grabbed my shirt, ripping it off; the hands moved freely on my breasts, cupping them with my bra still on. Another hand slipped into my trousers, and inside my laced blue underwear, caressing my groin.

My blood ran cold, and my eyes instantly grew double the size. I was going to be raped and maybe even killed. I felt my tears roll freely down my cheeks, and just as my bra was about to be ripped off, an order came from the corner.

"Get your filthy hands off her this minute!". The deep masculine voice thundered, and in an instant a sharp cracking of bones filled the air, followed by a gut-wrenching scream from the men, then gurgles, and finally silence.

I craned my neck to see who my savior was, and the moment our eyes met, I immediately stopped-not just one thing but all things. I stopped hearing, breathing, and thinking, and I drank him in like the brandy the Luna always kept hidden in her wardrobe. Dangerous. Forbidden. Yet too damn hot for me.

His eyes were a beautiful pair of green that reminded me of the forest; I could literally get trapped in them, and his jet-black hair was disheveled and dripped water, adding more sheen to his appearance.

He had fair porcelain skin. His nose was perfectly sculpted, and his jawline was so sharp it could slice. Tattoos peeked out from his half-unbuttoned shirt, and I felt warmth spread in between my legs.

"Are you okay?" He asked, leaning towards me and resting his hands lightly on my knees.

"You saved me." I murmured, turning my face towards his, my heart rate rocketing at his words and touch, then escalating further when I realized how close his face was to mine. And then, that's when I breathed in the Warlock scent coming out from him. We were trained to hate warlocks and raise alarm whenever we saw one. But today, a warlock, who was supposed to be our worst rival, saved me from my own people.

Chapter Three

A difficult path.

Elena

"Why are you here? Are you trying to get yourself killed?". I asked, shifting uncomfortably and feeling heat about to rise to my cheeks.

"What do you mean by get myself killed?".

"Werewolves have a history with warlocks. If any other wolf finds you, your life will be at risk." I whispered, my voice trembling. He instantly stumbled back, a train of sensations darting in his eyes-surprise, fear, confusion, and then realization.

"Wait. How the hell did you even... No, that's not even possible. I had carefully masked my scent, and only a warlock can break through that mask, which obviously you're not.".

"Is just one of my special abilities. I can break through masks".

"You should return back to the royal pack house." He suddenly groaned, and I shook my head in disapproval.

"No. I can't go back...."

I trailed off once his lips suddenly crashed against mine.

The effect was immediate-my heart rate shot up, along with my body temperature, and his mouth tasted just as I had imagined. They were delicious and not fluffy, not chapped at all, which I found very pleasing. Suddenly I wanted to taste him more. I parted my lips gently and slowly tugged on his bottom lip, urging him to suck on it; he gladly complied, opening his lips and granting me more access to taste him. My heart fluttered at the sweet taste of mint on his lips, and heat stirred in between my legs. I leaned further into his body; he wrapped a hand securely around my waist, and the other went into my messy black hair, and my hands slid to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. In this moment, nothing else mattered to me, not even my rejection or running away; it was just me and this breathtaking stranger I was kissing.

He pulled his mouth away from mine, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. Before I could even complain, his mouth moved to my neck. I felt every swipe and lick his tongue made; the feeling was utterly incredible. He grabbed ahold of my messy hair to keep my head just above his as he continued to kiss my neck. His fangs grazed my neck, the place where my shoulder and neck meet. I moaned in pleasure, and the feeling ignited sparks of sensations of warmth through my body, beginning from the place where he gently sucked, down to my arms, to my knees, and to my legs. My feet grew wobbly, and my knees weakened. I would have been embarrassed if I weren't so intoxicated by this breathtaking stranger that's kissing me senseless. I have never kissed anyone like this. Hell, I have never even kissed before.

"Please... stop." I don't recognize my voice. It's inaudible and husky, and my mouth is incredibly dry. He doesn't stop. "Please stop." I say again. My voice clearer, he quickly pulled away, and I stared straight into his eyes, not even daring to breathe. His eyes were much darker yet softer, and his lips were a deeper pink and swollen from kissing me.

"This isn't right; you're a warlock, and I am a werewolf." I murmured, and surprisingly, the words didn't even sound right on my lips. I badly wanted him to continue kissing me. Hell, I wanted him to even fuck me here and now. I didn't mind. Everything felt so damn good and right yet so damn wrong.

"You should go back to the palace." He murmured, and I shook my head bluntly. So we were back to this again.

He scooted closer to me as both his hands cupped my cheeks. His eyes twinkling with desire and maybe love. Love? I wasn't sure. "Look, you can't come with me right now; go back to the palace. I promise I will come back for you and repay all who wronged you just as I did with the guards". He sputtered, pointing at the dead bodies of the guards. A smile curled the corners of my lips as I trailed my fingers along his beautiful face, just to confirm none of this was a dream and the man before me was real.

"You're yet to tell me your name," I managed to utter, as my cheeks grew fifty shades of tomato.

"I'm Asher," he mumbled as he fiddled with the buttons of his grey shirt that clung to him like a second body.

"W.... Why are you undressing?" I stuttered, but he doesn't reply. Instead he scooted me closer and tucked my arms inside his shirt. I almost forgot my shirt was ripped off. He began fastening the shirt buttons as I breathed in his cologne. He smelled so good, a melodic blend of chocolate and caramel.

He rose quickly to his feet, and my eyes trailed along the outline of his black-inked tattoo that covered most parts of his muscular chest down to his tiny waist. I swallowed a bile as heat raised to my cheeks. Before I could inquire more about Asher, he was gone, as suddenly as he had appeared, leaving me breathless.

Feeling conflicted on what my next move is I lay flat on my back, starring at the sky. I could easily turn and run back to the palace, even though I didn't know what cruel fate awaited me, because Asher had promised to come back for me and save me out of this torturous hell, but at the same time I could keep running and finally be free-finally be able to discover myself, release my wolf without fear of killing anyone, and even better, learn how to control my beast. My head was telling me one thing, while my heart was telling me another. At last I come to the conclusion that I will follow the right voice and do what the reasonable thing was.