Claimed by the Twin Alphas and Human Mate

Chapter 17: The Rejection

The moon hung high in the sky, casting silver light through the trees as Damon and Ethan tore through the forest in their wolf forms. They could feel it—her presence, her scent, the invisible thread that connected them. Their wolves, Zion and Roan, surged with energy, wild with the need to find their mate.

And then they saw her.

A silver wolf.

She stood at the river’s edge, fur glowing like stardust. Elegant. Powerful. Ethereal.

Zion growled low in Damon’s chest. “Mate.”

Roan rumbled, “Ours.”

Their wolves pushed forward, aching to claim her, to touch her, to mark her. Damon’s paws moved first, stepping into the clearing.

But then—clarity.

He halted. Ethan followed.

As if pulled by the same thought, both brothers looked at one another.

They shifted back into their human forms, muscles tensing under the pressure of restraint. Their bare bodies glowed faintly in the moonlight, but their eyes were hard.

And in perfect unison, they spoke:

“I, Damon Salvatore, reject Anya Anderson as my mate and future Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.”

“I, Ethan Salvatore, reject Anya Anderson as my mate and future Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.”

The words rang cold in the silent forest.

Aurora, Anya’s wolf, stumbled back. Her shimmering eyes wide in disbelief. Her heart cracked. “Why?” she whimpered.

Anya asked, trembling, eyes glassy with confusion. “Why would you do this?”

Damon looked away. Ethan’s jaw was clenched.

“We can’t have someone weak. An omega... as our Luna?” Damon said sharply.

“Accept the rejection, Anya,” Ethan added, his tone devoid of warmth.

Aurora whimpered louder, her silver fur bristling. Snap. A sound like something breaking inside them echoed.

Tears gathered in Anya’s eyes. Her voice shook, her heart splintering as she whispered:

“I, Anya Anderson, accept your reject—”

Before she could finish, a sharp siren sliced through the woods.

A rogue attack drill.

The twins turned, instincts immediately shifting.

“Go back to the pack, Anya,” Ethan barked.

Damon added, “Now.”

Still shaking, Anya nodded.

Her silver fur dulled by grief, and sprinted through the woods toward home—away from her supposed fated mates.

Back at her cottage, she barely made it into her room before collapsing.

She shifted again, curling up in bed in her human form. Aurora was silent in her mind—wounded beyond words.

Anya clutched her pillow and let the sobs come.

The silver wolf had finally risen.

But her heart had been broken the same night.

They had rejected her—not knowing who or what she truly was.

And they didn’t care to find out.