His Rejected Mate, Their Secret Child

RULES

Avelisse’s POV



I had always known the Laurent brothers were powerful men, but seeing them in person was something else entirely. They looked like carved gods sitting in their chairs… calm, commanding, radiating strength that made the air feel heavy. My wolf whimpered inside me, instinctively recognizing dominance. I swallowed hard and straightened my spine, reminding myself who I was. An Alpha’s daughter doesn’t bow.

“Hello, Avelisse.”

The voice was smooth, confident. A man in his mid-twenties rose from his seat, and recognition struck instantly, Salvatore, the second brother. I’d seen his face all over the internet: the silver-tongued beta. That nickname made sense now. His smile was polite, almost warm, but there was something sharp behind it… like a dagger hidden under silk.

“Hello,” I managed softly, my voice trembling.

He reached for my hand, his grip firm but careful, and guided me toward the empty seat beside Alpha Dante. My stomach twisted when I realized Dante didn’t even look at me. Not once.

“Avelisse, welcome to the family,” Salvatore said easily. “These are my brothers, Valentino and Victorio, our twins.”

The two men gave a short nod in acknowledgment. They looked almost identical, like mirror images with just enough contrast to tell them apart. Valentino had dirty-blonde hair and warm brown eyes that reminded me of sunlight, while Victorio bore midnight-black hair and gray-blue eyes sharp enough to cut through stone. Their presence filled the room, heavy and commanding; even in silence, they demanded attention.

“Do I have to introduce her to you, brother,” Salvatore teased lightly, “or would you like to do the honors yourself?”

Dante sighed, the sound low and cold, as though he were already tired of me. The rejection in that single breath hit deeper than I expected. Why does he hate me?

“I’ll do it then,” Salvatore said with that same effortless charm. “That one there is Dante… the eldest.”

My eyes flicked toward him, hoping… just once, for some sign that he saw me. But there was nothing. Not even a flicker of recognition. The silence between us hurt more than if he’d spoken. Something inside my chest pulled tight, sharp and aching, and I looked away before anyone could notice the disappointment clouding my face.

When dinner started, I wished I hadn’t stayed. The air felt heavy, cold. Victorio and Valentino began bragging about their latest hunt, laughing as they described how they took down ten Lycans like it was some kind of game. Their voices were light, almost cheerful, while my fork hung frozen halfway to my mouth. My stomach turned. How could they sound so proud of something so cruel?

A chill crawled up my spine. My throat closed. When Valentino mentioned tearing out a man’s heart and feeding it to wolves, bile rose fast. I coughed, choking on my salad, and their laughter filled the room.

Then Valentino leaned back, grinning. “We should do it again,” he said, voice dripping with cruelty. “Maybe turn it into a game during the festivities.”

My stomach lurched. I pushed away from the table, ignoring their mocking eyes, and ran. I barely made it to the nearest sink before everything I’d eaten came up. My hands shook as I gripped the edge of the counter, the sound of their laughter echoing behind me. I didn’t go back. I couldn’t.

I headed straight to my room, every step heavier than the last.

When I finally closed the door, I exhaled shakily and changed into my black silk nightdress. The fabric clung softly to my skin, offering little comfort. I sat on the bed, trying to steady my breathing. I just wanted one night of peace.

But the door opened.

Dante stepped inside.

My heart stuttered in my chest. He didn’t need to speak to be dangerous, every step he took carried a quiet threat, slow and controlled. The air seemed to thicken around him, heavy and electric, like the world itself held its breath. His gray eyes were cold, sharper than steel… but when they met mine, something flickered there, something that shouldn’t have been there at all.

I gripped the mattress, pulse racing. Every instinct screamed to run, but my wolf… she didn’t agree. She was trembling with joy. Mate.

He came closer, one knee sinking into the bed as he reached for my chin. His touch burned. My breath hitched as he tilted my face up toward him, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. Every nerve in my body came alive.

“Hello, mate.”

His voice was low, rough around the edges, the kind that wrapped around my skin and made it hard to breathe. For a second, I forgot how to move, how to even think. He must’ve noticed the way my pulse gave me away, because a faint, knowing smirk tugged at his lips before he stepped back.

“I just came to tell you the rules,” he said flatly, turning his back to me.

“W-what rules?” I stammered. My voice barely came out.

Something flared in his eyes as he hesitated, something almost genuine, almost compassionate. However, it vanished as fast. As though that momentary warmth had never been there, the hardness returned, frigid and emotionless.

"You are here to please me," he said, his words were as harsh as glass. "I'll follow my own wishes. You will not run because I'll find you if you do. And when I do, I'll destroy your entire pack, not just kill you. Last but not least, nobody will ever know about our connection," he said, pausing and lowering his voice.

And just like that, he slowly slid the strap of my dress down my shoulder. The fabric slipped lower, inch by inch, until the top of my dress fell just enough for my cleavage, and then my n****e to be exposed to the cool air. He leaned closer, inhaling my scent as if claiming it. His lips brushed against my skin, then closed around my right n****e, warm and wet, sending a shiver down my spine. He began to sip on it hungrily, almost desperately, his movements were frantic and urgent as his other hand touched the other.

He pushed me back, and my body sank into the mattress. His movements were slow but deliberate, his presence heavy above me. One of his knees pressed between my legs, not rough but firm enough to make my breath catch. The warmth of him bled through every inch of space he invaded, until the air itself seemed to hum around us.He started to play with my p***y with his fingers, pushing in and out of me, my juices covered them and he licked them sensually.

But just as the heat began to build, he suddenly pulled away. He stood, his expression unreadable, and walked out, leaving the room heavy with everything he left unfinished.

The door clicked shut, and silence swallowed the room.

I sat frozen, staring at the space where he had stood. I was literally shocked! Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. If he didn’t want to accept me, then so be it. I wouldn’t beg.

However, as the night became darker, I was unable to stop the question from bursting inside of me… quiet, frail, and depressing.

Is this really my fate?

A life bound to a man who denies me?

A life built on rejection and fear?

And for the first time, being an Alpha’s daughter didn’t feel like strength. It felt like a curse.