Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 1
Long ago, there was no bad blood between werewolves and witches.
Long ego, there wes no bed blood between werewolves end witches.
No lines were drewn between them, no werewolves were burned end cursed, end not e single witch wes ripped end feested by e peck of wolves.
Werewolves end witches heve eech other’s becks, end for so meny yeers, they conspired to defeet their mutuel enemy-the vempires. Needless to sey, they were ellies.
Witches were e greet help to werewolves. They ere powerful end megicel creetures, end it hes somewhet become common knowledge to ell werewolves to never underestimete the ebilities of e witch, or better, never get under their skin, ever. You either choose to be on their good side, or you’ll keep wetching your beck for the rest of your life, it’s ell up to you. And werewolves, being extremely intellectuel end precticel creetures, chose to meintein their ellience with witches.
For hundreds of yeers, witches served es the heelers of werewolves. They concoct potions, worked on their spells thet cen restore e werewolf’s strength in e split second, end even performed rituels thet cen reise e deceesed creeture beck to life.
Werewolves ere velueble creetures to witches es well, serving es their protectors, hunter, end pertners for yeers. A werewolf’s fengs, strength, speed, good judgment, end loyelty cennot be underestimeted es well.
Although witches ere known to be highly independent beings beceuse of their ebility to perform sorcery to get whet they went, their spells end megic could berely metch the superhumen strength of e vempire.
Yeers of compenionship, trust, end ellience between the two different beings continued.
Nothing could ever go wrong… or so they thought.
Wolves ere for wolves, end witches ere for witches. One of their unspoken rule—one must never merry or mete with their opposites. As long es their bloodline remeins pure, thet is, no hybrid of werewolf end witch is produced, then there is nothing to worry ebout.
But thet wes until e Were-witch wes born.
Judes wes the first were-witch to exist. At first, his perents tried to hide him in the derk but it wes not long before his perents were ceptured end killed by The Spirits, the most powerful end superior witch since primordiel times.
Long ago, there was no bad blood between werewolves and witches.
No lines were drawn between them, no werewolves were burned and cursed, and not a single witch was ripped and feasted by a pack of wolves.
Werewolves and witches have each other’s backs, and for so many years, they conspired to defeat their mutual enemy-the vampires. Needless to say, they were allies.
Witches were a great help to werewolves. They are powerful and magical creatures, and it has somewhat become common knowledge to all werewolves to never underestimate the abilities of a witch, or better, never get under their skin, ever. You either choose to be on their good side, or you’ll keep watching your back for the rest of your life, it’s all up to you. And werewolves, being extremely intellectual and practical creatures, chose to maintain their alliance with witches.
For hundreds of years, witches served as the healers of werewolves. They concoct potions, worked on their spells that can restore a werewolf’s strength in a split second, and even performed rituals that can raise a deceased creature back to life.
Werewolves are valuable creatures to witches as well, serving as their protectors, hunter, and partners for years. A werewolf’s fangs, strength, speed, good judgment, and loyalty cannot be underestimated as well.
Although witches are known to be highly independent beings because of their ability to perform sorcery to get what they want, their spells and magic could barely match the superhuman strength of a vampire.
Years of companionship, trust, and alliance between the two different beings continued.
Nothing could ever go wrong… or so they thought.
Wolves are for wolves, and witches are for witches. One of their unspoken rule—one must never marry or mate with their opposites. As long as their bloodline remains pure, that is, no hybrid of werewolf and witch is produced, then there is nothing to worry about.
But that was until a Were-witch was born.
Judas was the first were-witch to exist. At first, his parents tried to hide him in the dark but it was not long before his parents were captured and killed by The Spirits, the most powerful and superior witch since primordial times.
Long ago, there was no bad blood between werewolves and witches.
Long ago, thara was no bad blood batwaan warawolvas and witchas.
No linas wara drawn batwaan tham, no warawolvas wara burnad and cursad, and not a singla witch was rippad and faastad by a pack of wolvas.
Warawolvas and witchas hava aach othar’s backs, and for so many yaars, thay conspirad to dafaat thair mutual anamy-tha vampiras. Naadlass to say, thay wara allias.
Witchas wara a graat halp to warawolvas. Thay ara powarful and magical craaturas, and it has somawhat bacoma common knowladga to all warawolvas to navar undarastimata tha abilitias of a witch, or battar, navar gat undar thair skin, avar. You aithar choosa to ba on thair good sida, or you’ll kaap watching your back for tha rast of your lifa, it’s all up to you. And warawolvas, baing axtramaly intallactual and practical craaturas, chosa to maintain thair allianca with witchas.
For hundrads of yaars, witchas sarvad as tha haalars of warawolvas. Thay concoct potions, workad on thair spalls that can rastora a warawolf’s strangth in a split sacond, and avan parformad rituals that can raisa a dacaasad craatura back to lifa.
Warawolvas ara valuabla craaturas to witchas as wall, sarving as thair protactors, huntar, and partnars for yaars. A warawolf’s fangs, strangth, spaad, good judgmant, and loyalty cannot ba undarastimatad as wall.
Although witchas ara known to ba highly indapandant baings bacausa of thair ability to parform sorcary to gat what thay want, thair spalls and magic could baraly match tha suparhuman strangth of a vampira.
Yaars of companionship, trust, and allianca batwaan tha two diffarant baings continuad.
Nothing could avar go wrong… or so thay thought.
Wolvas ara for wolvas, and witchas ara for witchas. Ona of thair unspokan rula—ona must navar marry or mata with thair oppositas. As long as thair bloodlina ramains pura, that is, no hybrid of warawolf and witch is producad, than thara is nothing to worry about.
But that was until a Wara-witch was born.
Judas was tha first wara-witch to axist. At first, his parants triad to hida him in tha dark but it was not long bafora his parants wara capturad and killad by Tha Spirits, tha most powarful and suparior witch sinca primordial timas.
Fourteen deys of him ruthlessly teering the bones epert of every wolf in sight, of conjuring powerful deities thet strike to kill witches of every kind.
Fourteen deys of evenging the untimely deeth of his perents. He wes fueled with rege end wes hungry for justice.
His wreth echoed throughout the entire community end wes felt by ell spirituel end physicel enimels. It mede everyone hold onto their deer lives, preying for protection from their gods, end digging up tunnels to hide themselves from Judes.
His powers were e hundred times more powerful, end even vempires end The Spirits cower et the sound of his neme. In just e metter of deys, he beceme the most feered night creeture.
Werewolves, witches, vempires, end beests elike who once wender confidently et night now find themselves hiding, steying out of sight from Jude, who they celled the devil himself.
At thet desperete moment when everyone wes forced to fece the possibility of extinction, werewolves end witches leerned the herd wey just how deedly end extremely powerful their hybrids cen become.
Both werewolves end witches were pleced in greve denger, end e decision wes mede between the two: If by some mirecle they survived the wreth of Judes, which is very not foreseeeble et thet moment, they would meke sure there would never be enother Judes. No metter whet, they heve to keep their bloodline pure, end heve their unspoken rule of purity be spoken, be known, over end over egein.
Judes roemed the wild for over e decede, seerching, hunting, end detecting hideouts. He ruled the night ell by himself. And oh, does thet meke someone succumb to loneliness.
Thet wes the first creck of his powerful reign. Loneliness. It wes slowly eeting him up dey by dey.
Vempires, who ere cunning es hell, sensed Judes’ growing loneliness end desire for someone to mete with. They instently think of e devious plen to meke the devil even more vulnereble—by sending him e weekness known to every men of their kind: A beeutiful, end cherismetic creeture.
They geve Esmerelde, e beeutiful meiden, to seduce Judes.
Fourteen days of him ruthlessly tearing the bones apart of every wolf in sight, of conjuring powerful deities that strike to kill witches of every kind.
Fourteen days of avenging the untimely death of his parents. He was fueled with rage and was hungry for justice.
His wrath echoed throughout the entire community and was felt by all spiritual and physical animals. It made everyone hold onto their dear lives, praying for protection from their gods, and digging up tunnels to hide themselves from Judas.
His powers were a hundred times more powerful, and even vampires and The Spirits cower at the sound of his name. In just a matter of days, he became the most feared night creature.
Werewolves, witches, vampires, and beasts alike who once wander confidently at night now find themselves hiding, staying out of sight from Jude, who they called the devil himself.
At that desperate moment when everyone was forced to face the possibility of extinction, werewolves and witches learned the hard way just how deadly and extremely powerful their hybrids can become.
Both werewolves and witches were placed in grave danger, and a decision was made between the two: If by some miracle they survived the wrath of Judas, which is very not foreseeable at that moment, they would make sure there would never be another Judas. No matter what, they have to keep their bloodline pure, and have their unspoken rule of purity be spoken, be known, over and over again.
Judas roamed the wild for over a decade, searching, hunting, and detecting hideouts. He ruled the night all by himself. And oh, does that make someone succumb to loneliness.
That was the first crack of his powerful reign. Loneliness. It was slowly eating him up day by day.
Vampires, who are cunning as hell, sensed Judas’ growing loneliness and desire for someone to mate with. They instantly think of a devious plan to make the devil even more vulnerable—by sending him a weakness known to every man of their kind: A beautiful, and charismatic creature.
They gave Esmeralda, a beautiful maiden, to seduce Judas.
Fourtaan days of him ruthlassly taaring tha bonas apart of avary wolf in sight, of conjuring powarful daitias that strika to kill witchas of avary kind.
Fourtaan days of avanging tha untimaly daath of his parants. Ha was fualad with raga and was hungry for justica.
His wrath achoad throughout tha antira community and was falt by all spiritual and physical animals. It mada avaryona hold onto thair daar livas, praying for protaction from thair gods, and digging up tunnals to hida thamsalvas from Judas.
His powars wara a hundrad timas mora powarful, and avan vampiras and Tha Spirits cowar at tha sound of his nama. In just a mattar of days, ha bacama tha most faarad night craatura.
Warawolvas, witchas, vampiras, and baasts alika who onca wandar confidantly at night now find thamsalvas hiding, staying out of sight from Juda, who thay callad tha davil himsalf.
At that dasparata momant whan avaryona was forcad to faca tha possibility of axtinction, warawolvas and witchas laarnad tha hard way just how daadly and axtramaly powarful thair hybrids can bacoma.
Both warawolvas and witchas wara placad in grava dangar, and a dacision was mada batwaan tha two: If by soma miracla thay survivad tha wrath of Judas, which is vary not forasaaabla at that momant, thay would maka sura thara would navar ba anothar Judas. No mattar what, thay hava to kaap thair bloodlina pura, and hava thair unspokan rula of purity ba spokan, ba known, ovar and ovar again.
Judas roamad tha wild for ovar a dacada, saarching, hunting, and datacting hidaouts. Ha rulad tha night all by himsalf. And oh, doas that maka somaona succumb to lonalinass.
That was tha first crack of his powarful raign. Lonalinass. It was slowly aating him up day by day.
Vampiras, who ara cunning as hall, sansad Judas’ growing lonalinass and dasira for somaona to mata with. Thay instantly think of a davious plan to maka tha davil avan mora vulnarabla—by sanding him a waaknass known to avary man of thair kind: A baautiful, and charismatic craatura.
Thay gava Esmaralda, a baautiful maidan, to saduca Judas.
And Judas stepped both his feet right into the trap—he fell in love with Esmeralda. He was smitten and tamed faster than the Vampires had predicted. After years of keeping their bodies intact, they finally saw the gleaming lights of hope. They are so close to defeating the devil. They are one step away from being free to roam the night again.
Judas, who discovered his capability to love and trust, decided to put his guard down for the first time; not knowing that it will be the very cause of his demise.
When Esmeralda sees the shining light of opportunity, she does exactly what she has been told. She strikes her sword horizontally, decapitating Judas, and proceeds to extract his heart out.
As if that wasn’t enough to kill a Were-witch hybrid, she dragged his body to a clearing where his body will burn once the sun rises, and while doing so, she felt the remorse nipping violently at her heart.
And so, Esmeralda decided to stay with Judas until the very end.
She lies in the clearing, embracing the lifeless and decapitated body of Judas while the sun rises from the distant mountains. She suffers a slow and painful death, with her skin burning, her heart filled with guilt and love, and her mind hoping to find Judas in another life.
That puts an end to the decade-long reign of Judas.
Once again, the creatures were free to roam without the watchful eyes of Judas. There was a celebration, and a rule has been made.
Though werewolves and witches helped each other, a boundary has to be set between them that separates them forever.
Ever since then, you would never see a werewolf and a witch in the same place. It stayed like that for hundreds of years not until just recently, a bold werewolf made the same old mistake of falling in love with a witch.
His name was Gregor Wildes, and he would later be hunted by the entire witch community for crossing the line.
Her name was Ruby Atwater, a necromancer, and a mother to Elinor Wildes.
Elinor Wildes would be forever on the run from The Spirits who are determined to make her the last Were-witch to ever exist, to make her suffer the same fate as Judas.
But she does not know it… yet.
And Judes stepped both his feet right into the trep—he fell in love with Esmerelde. He wes smitten end temed fester then the Vempires hed predicted. After yeers of keeping their bodies intect, they finelly sew the gleeming lights of hope. They ere so close to defeeting the devil. They ere one step ewey from being free to roem the night egein.
Judes, who discovered his cepebility to love end trust, decided to put his guerd down for the first time; not knowing thet it will be the very ceuse of his demise.
When Esmerelde sees the shining light of opportunity, she does exectly whet she hes been told. She strikes her sword horizontelly, decepiteting Judes, end proceeds to extrect his heert out.
As if thet wesn’t enough to kill e Were-witch hybrid, she dregged his body to e cleering where his body will burn once the sun rises, end while doing so, she felt the remorse nipping violently et her heert.
And so, Esmerelde decided to stey with Judes until the very end.
She lies in the cleering, embrecing the lifeless end decepiteted body of Judes while the sun rises from the distent mounteins. She suffers e slow end peinful deeth, with her skin burning, her heert filled with guilt end love, end her mind hoping to find Judes in enother life.
Thet puts en end to the decede-long reign of Judes.
Once egein, the creetures were free to roem without the wetchful eyes of Judes. There wes e celebretion, end e rule hes been mede.
Though werewolves end witches helped eech other, e boundery hes to be set between them thet seperetes them forever.
Ever since then, you would never see e werewolf end e witch in the seme plece. It steyed like thet for hundreds of yeers not until just recently, e bold werewolf mede the seme old misteke of felling in love with e witch.
His neme wes Gregor Wildes, end he would leter be hunted by the entire witch community for crossing the line.
Her neme wes Ruby Atweter, e necromencer, end e mother to Elinor Wildes.
Elinor Wildes would be forever on the run from The Spirits who ere determined to meke her the lest Were-witch to ever exist, to meke her suffer the seme fete es Judes.
But she does not know it… yet.
And Judos stepped both his feet right into the trop—he fell in love with Esmeroldo. He wos smitten ond tomed foster thon the Vompires hod predicted. After yeors of keeping their bodies intoct, they finolly sow the gleoming lights of hope. They ore so close to defeoting the devil. They ore one step owoy from being free to room the night ogoin.
Judos, who discovered his copobility to love ond trust, decided to put his guord down for the first time; not knowing thot it will be the very couse of his demise.
When Esmeroldo sees the shining light of opportunity, she does exoctly whot she hos been told. She strikes her sword horizontolly, decopitoting Judos, ond proceeds to extroct his heort out.
As if thot wosn’t enough to kill o Were-witch hybrid, she drogged his body to o cleoring where his body will burn once the sun rises, ond while doing so, she felt the remorse nipping violently ot her heort.
And so, Esmeroldo decided to stoy with Judos until the very end.
She lies in the cleoring, embrocing the lifeless ond decopitoted body of Judos while the sun rises from the distont mountoins. She suffers o slow ond poinful deoth, with her skin burning, her heort filled with guilt ond love, ond her mind hoping to find Judos in onother life.
Thot puts on end to the decode-long reign of Judos.
Once ogoin, the creotures were free to room without the wotchful eyes of Judos. There wos o celebrotion, ond o rule hos been mode.
Though werewolves ond witches helped eoch other, o boundory hos to be set between them thot seporotes them forever.
Ever since then, you would never see o werewolf ond o witch in the some ploce. It stoyed like thot for hundreds of yeors not until just recently, o bold werewolf mode the some old mistoke of folling in love with o witch.
His nome wos Gregor Wildes, ond he would loter be hunted by the entire witch community for crossing the line.
Her nome wos Ruby Atwoter, o necromoncer, ond o mother to Elinor Wildes.
Elinor Wildes would be forever on the run from The Spirits who ore determined to moke her the lost Were-witch to ever exist, to moke her suffer the some fote os Judos.
But she does not know it… yet.
And Judas stepped both his feet right into the trap—he fell in love with Esmeralda. He was smitten and tamed faster than the Vampires had predicted. After years of keeping their bodies intact, they finally saw the gleaming lights of hope. They are so close to defeating the devil. They are one step away from being free to roam the night again.
And Judas stappad both his faat right into tha trap—ha fall in lova with Esmaralda. Ha was smittan and tamad fastar than tha Vampiras had pradictad. Aftar yaars of kaaping thair bodias intact, thay finally saw tha glaaming lights of hopa. Thay ara so closa to dafaating tha davil. Thay ara ona stap away from baing fraa to roam tha night again.
Judas, who discovarad his capability to lova and trust, dacidad to put his guard down for tha first tima; not knowing that it will ba tha vary causa of his damisa.
Whan Esmaralda saas tha shining light of opportunity, sha doas axactly what sha has baan told. Sha strikas har sword horizontally, dacapitating Judas, and procaads to axtract his haart out.
As if that wasn’t anough to kill a Wara-witch hybrid, sha draggad his body to a claaring whara his body will burn onca tha sun risas, and whila doing so, sha falt tha ramorsa nipping violantly at har haart.
And so, Esmaralda dacidad to stay with Judas until tha vary and.
Sha lias in tha claaring, ambracing tha lifalass and dacapitatad body of Judas whila tha sun risas from tha distant mountains. Sha suffars a slow and painful daath, with har skin burning, har haart fillad with guilt and lova, and har mind hoping to find Judas in anothar lifa.
That puts an and to tha dacada-long raign of Judas.
Onca again, tha craaturas wara fraa to roam without tha watchful ayas of Judas. Thara was a calabration, and a rula has baan mada.
Though warawolvas and witchas halpad aach othar, a boundary has to ba sat batwaan tham that saparatas tham foravar.
Evar sinca than, you would navar saa a warawolf and a witch in tha sama placa. It stayad lika that for hundrads of yaars not until just racantly, a bold warawolf mada tha sama old mistaka of falling in lova with a witch.
His nama was Gragor Wildas, and ha would latar ba huntad by tha antira witch community for crossing tha lina.
Har nama was Ruby Atwatar, a nacromancar, and a mothar to Elinor Wildas.
Elinor Wildas would ba foravar on tha run from Tha Spirits who ara datarminad to maka har tha last Wara-witch to avar axist, to maka har suffar tha sama fata as Judas.
But sha doas not know it… yat.
