Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Ghost Alpha

Eller POV:

The heavy oak door swung inward, and I stepped into the Johnston manor's meeting room.It was meant to be our final wedding arrangement meeting.

But it wasn't.

My fiancé, Chace Johnston, was already seated at the head of the long mahogany table. What wasn't expected was the woman seated to his right.

My cousin, Blake Case.

Her hand rested lightly on his forearm. A casual, possessive gesture that sent a spike of ice through my veins.

Across from them sat their mothers. Chace's mother, Meredith Johnston, regarded me with the cool, appraising stare of a jeweler examining a flawed diamond. Blake'mother, my Aunt Victoria, offered a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

The room felt suddenly cold.

Chace wouldn't meet my gaze. His eyes were fixed on the polished surface of the table, his right hand nervously stroking the carved arm of his chair.

I forced a serene smile onto my own face, a mask I had perfected over years of navigating pack politics. I walked across the plush rug, the silence amplifying the sound of my heels, and took the seat directly opposite Chace.

The battle lines were drawn. I just hadn't known we were at war.

"Eller," Chace finally said, clearing his throat. His voice was raw, strained. "Thank you for coming."

I simply nodded, my fingers resting lightly on the table's edge. Waiting.

He took a deep breath, the sound unnaturally loud in the tense quiet. "Because everyone says that Blake's engagement to my brother was an ominous sign, leading to his death in the war, I can't let Blake live her whole life in the shadow of my brother's death. I've made up my mind. Blake and I... we're going to be partners."

The words hit me like a physical blow. The air rushed from my lungs, and for a terrifying second, I couldn't breathe. But I held his gaze, refusing to let the mask slip.

"In order to honor the alliance with the Dawson Pack," he continued, the words sounding rehearsed, "I am... offering you the chance to remain. As a subordinate mate."

Subordinate mate.

The term was a slap. A public declaration of my worthlessness. A demotion from chosen Luna to a tolerated concubine. It was a level of humiliation I hadn't thought even Chace capable of.

Blake chose that moment for her performance. Her lower lip trembled, and her wide, innocent eyes welled with manufactured tears. "Chace, this is so unfair to Eller,maybe I should just die."

But her fingers tightened on his arm, a victor's grip.

"Nonsense," my aunt Victoria chirped, her voice sharp. "Chace is being a man of compassionate,Your cousin will definitely understand him. My Blake has suffered so much from those vicious rumors about her being a 'curse'. He is her salvation."

Meredith Johnston, the reigning Luna, finally spoke. Her voice was pure ice. "This is a command, Eller, not a negotiation. You will accept Chace's generous offer."

My gaze moved from one face to the next, memorizing them. The smug triumph on Blake's, the greedy satisfaction on Victoria's, the cold disdain on Meredith's. And Chace... the weak, cowardly guilt in his averted eyes.

The embers of a long-dormant fire began to glow in the pit of my stomach.

Revenge...This is a phrase I have never forgotten over the years, always kept in my heart.

When I was six, my family was massacred by an unknown group of people. I have been searching for the truth ever since, and the clues point to Johnston Pack. So I cannot leave. Leaving Johnston Pack means giving up the only way to find out the truth about my family's massacre.

I took a slow, deliberate breath, calming the tremor in my hands.

"Is this Alpha Arthur's decision?" I asked, my voice surprisingly steady.

Chace's jaw tightened. The bravado in his voice was thin, brittle."This is my decision. But my father will respect it."

Meredith said coldly and uncompromisingly, "This was a mutual decision. If Edmund Johnston hadn't died, Blake wouldn't have been burdened with the vicious rumor that she was 'cursed'."

The name hung in the air. Edmund. Chace Johnston' half-brother.

It was a key. A sudden, brilliant flash of a possibility.

I didn't accept. I didn't refuse.

"I will need time to consider this... generous offer," I said, the words tasting like ash.

The surprise on their faces was a small, bitter victory. They had expected tears or hysterics. They had not expected calm defiance.

I pushed my chair back and rose.As I turned to leave, my eyes met Blake's. There was no pretense between us now. Just the raw, silent declaration of war. A flicker of unease crossed her face, and she instinctively pressed closer to Chace.

I walked out of the meeting room, pulling the heavy door closed behind me. The latch clicked shut, and in the sudden silence of the hallway, my smile finally vanished.

My body began to shake. I leaned against the cool, paneled wall, pressing my forehead to the wood. The crescent moon birthmark on the inside of my wrist felt like it was burning.I must enter the Johnson family to uncover the truth behind the past my family massacre.

I pulled a small, encrypted satellite phone from my purse. My fingers flew across the keypad, typing a message to Briar, my only true ally in this world.

Plan has changed.

Inside the room, I could hear the muffled sound of Chace's voice, laced with an unfamiliar edge of anxiety. Meredith's sharp tones cut through his, warning him to get me under control.

I pushed myself off the wall and started down the long, empty corridor. Each step was heavy, deliberate. The war had begun, and I had just been handed my first defeat.

But I would not be a casualty. I had to find a way to stay, a way to secure a position of power they couldn't touch.

A wild, desperate idea began to form, taking root in the scorched earth of my humiliation. It was insane. It was impossible.

But it was perfect.

Johnston Pack's true heir, Edmund Johnston.

I want to marry him.

The thought made me stop in my tracks. I looked out a tall window at the sprawling lands of the estate, lands my ancestors had bled for. A flicker of something hard and resolute ignited in my green eyes.

Yes. That was the way.

Eller POV:

An hour later, I was "invited" to Meredith's private sitting room.

It was a space designed for intimidation, all silk upholstery and gilded furniture, smelling faintly of potpourri and power. Victoria and Blake were already there, arranged on a velvet settee like a panel of judges.

Meredith gestured to a stiff-backed chair opposite them. "Eller, dear. Sit."

I did, my spine straight, my hands folded calmly in my lap.

"We were so worried about you," Meredith began, her voice oozing a false sweetness that made my teeth ache. "We want you to understand that Chace's decision, while difficult, is truly for the best. Accepting the subordinate position... it's a way to protect you. To give you a home."

"She's right," Victoria chimed in, her eyes glinting. "Without the pack's protection, a wolfless girl on her own... well, things can happen. The remnants of your Dawson kin might face... misfortunes."

It was a thinly veiled threat. My family, what was left of them, were scattered and struggling. They were my one vulnerability, and she knew it.

Blake, ever the actress, leaned forward and reached for my hand. I let her take it. Her skin was soft, her touch cloying. "Eller, please," she pleaded, her voice a breathy whisper. "I don't want to see you hurt. This is the only way for us all to have peace. Just say yes."

I looked at their three expectant faces, the web they were weaving around me. My heart hammered against my ribs. But on the surface, I allowed a flicker of pain, of indecision, to show in my eyes. I let my shoulders slump just a fraction.

Seeing my resolve crumble, Meredith pressed her advantage. Her voice hardened, the velvet glove coming off. "You don't have long to consider. The Alpha will be making the official announcement tomorrow. Accept, or you will leave this estate with nothing but your shame."

I pulled my hand from Blake's grasp and looked down at my lap. I let the silence stretch, filled with their smug certainty.

Finally, I looked up, meeting Meredith's gaze. I gave a small, defeated nod.

"I... I understand," I whispered, letting my voice crack. "I will think on it."

The collective sigh of relief in the room was almost audible. They had won. They thought they had broken me.

I walked back to the guest suite they had assigned me, my steps measured, my head held high until the door was closed and locked behind me.

The mask of fragility shattered.

The room felt suffocating. I strode to the window, throwing it open to the crisp evening air. Below, the vast, manicured lawns of the Johnston estate stretched out into the twilight. This land, this pack... they owed me a blood debt. And I was here to collect.

My hand went to my encrypted phone. I dialed the only number stored in it. It connected on the first ring.

"Eller?" Briar's voice was a low rumble, laced with worry. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I said, my own voice flat, devoid of the emotion that churned inside me. I recounted the events of the afternoon, clinically, as if describing a scene from a book.

When I finished, the silence on the other end was heavy. Then I heard it-a muffled roar of fury, followed by the distinct sound of something heavy splintering against a wall.

"Briar," I said, my voice sharp, commanding. "Calm down. I need you to listen to me. I have a plan."

The sound of his ragged breathing came over the line. "What plan? Eller, you should leave. We can find another way."

"There is no other way," I said, my gaze fixed on the main house, a fortress of secrets. "First, I need you to start moving all my liquid assets. Everything in my personal accounts. I want it transferred, small batches, untraceable, to the new offshore account we set up. Now."

This was my escape fund. My war chest. If everything went wrong, it was the only thing that would keep me and my people alive.

"Consider it done," Briar said instantly. His loyalty was absolute. "What's the second thing? What's the plan?"

I took a deep breath, the cool air filling my lungs. I watched a lone hawk circle high above the estate.

"I'm going to become Edmund Johnston's widow."

The silence that followed was so profound I thought the line had been cut. Briar was a man who had faced down rogue alphas and assassins without flinching. But my words had stunned him into speechlessness.

"His... widow?" he finally managed to say, his voice barely a whisper. "Eller, he's dead."

"Exactly," I said, a grim smile touching my lips for the first time that day. "It's the only way. If I'm Chace's subordinate, I'm nothing. Powerless. But as Edmund's widow... I become the Luna of the main family branch. My status will be higher than Chace's. Higher than Blake's. They won't be able to touch me."

Understanding dawned in Briar's voice, mixed with awe and terror. "It's insane. But it's brilliant."

"It's necessary," I corrected him. "Which brings me to your second task. I need everything you can find on Edmund Johnston. Every detail about his death six months ago. His service records, his personal effects, his business dealings. Most importantly, I need to know who was loyal to him. Who still is."

"I'm on it," Briar said, his voice now firm, resolute. "Be careful, Eller."

"I always am," I replied, and ended the call.

A wave of exhaustion washed over me, so potent it made my knees feel weak. But as I stood there, silhouetted against the darkening sky, my eyes were clear and hard.

Eller POV:

The next morning, I requested an audience with Meredith. I was granted one immediately, her summons finding me before my own message had even been delivered. She wanted my surrender.

I found her in the same sitting room as before, a predator in her favorite hunting ground. Blake was with her, of course, a decorative viper coiled at her side. They looked up as I entered, their faces alight with smug expectation.

Meredith gestured to a silver tea service. "Tea, Eller? I'm sure you could use something to calm your nerves."

"No, thank you," I said, my voice polite but firm. I remained standing.

She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "You've come to give us your answer, I presume."

"I have." I said.

Blake leaned forward, a cruel little smile playing on her lips. "We'll take good care of you, cousin. You'll see."

I met her gaze, then shifted my attention to Meredith, the true power in the room. I let the silence hang for a moment, savoring the shift in the atmosphere as they realized I was not behaving like a defeated woman.

I took a breath. "Lady Meredith, I must respectfully decline Chace's proposal."

The teacup in Meredith's hand rattled against its saucer. Blake's smile froze, then vanished.

"Decline?" Meredith's voice was dangerously low. "You think you have a choice?"

"I do not choose to accept humiliation," I said, my voice ringing with a clarity that surprised even myself. "However, I have an alternative proposal. One that will uphold the honor of the Johnston Pack and preserve the alliance between our families."

That piqued her interest. Greed and self-preservation were the only languages Meredith truly understood. She narrowed her eyes. "Go on."

This was the moment. The precipice.

"I request to complete the mating ceremony with your late, heroic stepson," I said, each word deliberate and clear. "Edmund Johnston."

The silence in the room was absolute. It was as if I had detonated a bomb that sucked all the air out. Meredith and Blake just stared, their faces masks of pure, unadulterated shock.

Blake was the first to break. A strangled, hysterical sound escaped her lips. "You're insane! He's dead!"

"That is precisely why I must marry him," I replied, turning my gaze to her. My voice was filled with a righteous gravity I didn't feel. "He died a hero, for this pack. His bloodline, the main bloodline, cannot be left without a guardian. His legacy requires a Luna to preserve his honor."

I had taken their private, sordid betrayal and elevated it to a matter of public honor and pack duty.

I could see the gears turning in Meredith's sharp mind. She was calculating the angles, the political fallout. An alliance with the Dawsons, fulfilled. Chace and Blake, free to be together. And me? Safely married to a dead man, neutralized as a threat, while simultaneously making the Johnston family look noble and compassionate. It cost her nothing and gained her public acclaim.

Blake, however, operated on pure instinct. She knew, on a primal level, that this was a threat. "Mrs. Meredith,you can't let her do this!" she hissed, grabbing Meredith's arm. "She's planning something!"

"And what could I possibly plan?" I asked softly, turning the question back on them. "To raise his ghost from the grave? I am simply a grieving woman seeking to honor the memory of a great Alpha and my family's commitment."

Then, I delivered the final, decisive blow.

"Of course, a matter of this importance-concerning the pack's fallen hero-should not be decided by us alone," I said, my tone deferential. "It should be presented to Alpha Arthur and the council of Elders. I am certain they will know the honorable path forward."

I had trapped her. She couldn't refuse to take it to the Elders without looking petty and disrespectful to her dead son's memory. And she knew, just as I did, what the Elders would say. They were old, traditional wolves who valued honor above all else. They were already displeased with Chace's fickle behavior.

Meredith's lips thinned into a white line. She was furious, but she was beaten.

"Very well," she clipped out. "I will present your... request."

"Thank you, Lady Meredith," I said, inclining my head. I turned and walked out, leaving the two of them stewing in their shock and fury.

As the door closed, I heard Blake's shriek. "She's trying to steal my position! Don't you see?"

The news of my proposal ripped through the pack's upper echelons like a wildfire.

Just as I predicted, the Elders were moved by my "selfless" and "honorable" request. It was a stark contrast to Chace's faithless actions. They saw a young woman willing to sacrifice her own future to uphold an alliance and honor a fallen hero. They saw a true Luna.

Alpha Arthur, a man who valued strength and strategy, gave his consent.

The decision was made. I would marry the dead.

The story spread beyond the Johnston lands, through the elite circles of Silverwood Capital. Overnight, the narrative shifted. Chace and Blake were no longer a romantic couple overcoming obstacles; they were seen as dishonorable usurpers.

And I, Eller Dawson, the wolfless orphan, was suddenly a figure of tragic nobility. A woman defined by loyalty.

They had no idea that my loyalty was only to the dead of my own pack. And my idea of honor was vengeance.