The Forsaken Wolf E-Book

Peter Norris

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2026

Beschreibung

The Forsaken Wolf
Rise, Revenge, and the Wolf Reclaimed
Eryx Vale was nothing—no rank, no title, no place in the pack.
Until the bond chose him.
Before the entire court, the future Alpha rejected him. Publicly. Coldly. Without hesitation. But the bond did not break. It twisted. It marked him. And in doing so, it defied everything the pack believed about fate and power.
Now watched, tested, and threatened with exile—or worse—Eryx must survive a cruel game designed to shatter him completely. But what they fail to understand is this: a wolf cast aside has nothing left to lose.
And when the forsaken rise… kingdoms fall.
If you think you’ve seen rejected mate stories before, think again.
This bond was never meant to break—and what happens next will change everything. Don’t miss the rise of the wolf they should have feared from the beginning.

Leseprobe

The Forsaken Wolf

Rise, Revenge, and the Wolf Reclaimed

Peter Norris

Copyright © 2026 by Peter Norris

All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1 – The Mark That Should Not Be

Chapter 2 – A Bond Denied Before the Court

Chapter 3 – Whispers Beneath Silver Banners

Chapter 4 – The Alpha’s Cold Decree

Chapter 5 – Cast Beyond the Borderlands

Chapter 6 – Ashes of a Broken Oath

Chapter 7 – The Rogue Who Would Not Kneel

Chapter 8 – Bloodline Without a Throne

Chapter 9 – Echoes in the Moonlit Vale

Chapter 10 – A Crown Refused in Silence

Chapter 11 – The Hunt Ordered by Royal Command

Chapter 12 – Secrets Sealed in Ancient Stone

Chapter 13 – The Rise of the Forsaken

Chapter 14 – Fangs Against the Crown

Chapter 15 – A Kingdom Divided by Blood

Chapter 16 – The Alpha Who Begged Too Late

Chapter 17 – Chains Shattered Under Moonlight

Chapter 18 – Judgment Before the Elders

Chapter 19 – The Throne Reclaimed in Fire

Chapter 20 – The Wolf No Longer Forsaken

Epilogue

Prologue

Prologue – The Night of Severance

The night my life split in two, the moon looked wrong.

Not dim. Not hidden. Just… watching.

It hung low and full above the Blackridge territory, too large for comfort, like it had come closer just to see what would happen to me. The air felt thick, heavy in my lungs, as if even the forest knew something was about to break.

I should have stayed away.

Every instinct told me to turn back before I reached the stone courtyard. I was not meant to stand among them—not tonight, not ever. Yet my feet kept moving, one step after another over the cold earth, until the towering iron gates came into view.

Blackridge Pack never left their gates open after sundown.

Tonight, they were wide.

That alone told me everything I needed to know.

I paused just outside the threshold, my hand hovering near the rusted metal, though I did not touch it. My reflection stared back faintly in the dark surface—a tall figure, lean but built from years of hard work, not privilege. Dark hair tied back to keep it out of my face. A faint scar ran across my jaw, earned from a training fight I was never supposed to win.

My eyes… people always said they were wrong.

Too light. Too sharp. Not like the others.

Not like a proper wolf.

I exhaled slowly and stepped through.

Inside, the courtyard was already full.

Torches burned along the stone walls, their flames casting long shadows over gathered bodies. Wolves in human form stood shoulder to shoulder, dressed in clean, formal clothing meant for ceremonies of rank and union. Silk. Leather. Polished boots.

None of them looked at me with warmth.

They knew who I was.

Or rather, what I was.

“Look who finally crawled out of the woods.”

The voice came from my left. I didn’t need to turn to know it was Darian Voss, Beta’s son, born with power in his blood and arrogance in his bones.

Still, I faced him.

Darian leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, a smirk already in place. He wore dark formal attire, the kind reserved for high-ranking wolves. It fit him like he had been born for moments like this.

I wore simple black.

No crest. No marking of rank.

“You’re late,” he added, tilting his head. “Though I suppose no one expected you to show at all.”

“I was summoned,” I said. My voice came out steady, even if my chest felt tight.

A few nearby wolves chuckled under their breath.

Darian pushed off the pillar and stepped closer, his gaze dragging over me with open disdain. “Summoned,” he repeated. “That’s a generous word for it.”

His eyes flicked toward the center of the courtyard.

Mine followed.

That was when I saw him.

Alpha Kael.

He stood on the raised stone platform, broad-shouldered, unmoving, like the weight of the entire pack rested on his back—and he carried it without strain. His dark hair was pulled away from his face, revealing sharp features that rarely softened. His eyes, a deep amber, scanned the crowd with quiet authority.

And beside him…

Her.

Lyra.

My chest tightened, but I didn’t let it show.

She wore white.

Not the soft kind. The ceremonial kind. Clean. Pure. Marking her as chosen. As claimed. Her silver hair fell over her shoulders, catching the firelight. She stood close to Kael, her posture straight, her expression unreadable.

But her gaze found mine.

Just for a second.

And something inside me shifted.

Not warmth. Not comfort.

Recognition.

Darian followed my line of sight and let out a low laugh. “Still looking at her like that?” he said quietly. “You really don’t know when to stop.”

I didn’t answer.

Because there was nothing to say.

I had known Lyra since we were children. Before rank mattered. Before titles carved lines between us. Back when we ran through the same forest and laughed at the same things.

Back when she didn’t look at me like I was something to be ashamed of.

“Careful,” Darian added, his voice dropping further. “Tonight is not your night to dream.”

A sharp sound cut through the air before I could respond.

A staff striking stone.

The courtyard fell silent.

Alpha Kael stepped forward.

“Tonight,” he began, his voice carrying easily across the space, “we gather under the witness of the moon to honor a bond chosen by fate and sealed by blood.”

Murmurs of approval rippled through the crowd.

I stood still.

Every word pressed against my chest like weight.

“This union strengthens our pack,” Kael continued. “It secures our future.”

His hand extended slightly.

Lyra stepped forward.

And just like that, it began.

I shouldn’t have felt anything.

Not after everything.

Not after the distance, the silence, the way she had pulled away over the years as her status rose and mine remained… nothing.

But when she moved closer to him, something twisted inside me.

Not pain.

Something sharper.

Something I had tried to bury.

“Lyra of Blackridge,” Kael said, his tone firm, “do you accept the bond placed before you? Do you stand with me as my equal and my Luna?”

The entire courtyard seemed to lean in.

Lyra didn’t answer right away.

Her gaze flickered—just for a moment.

Toward me.

It was small. Barely noticeable.

But I saw it.

And for a brief, foolish second, I thought—

“...I do.”

The words cut clean.

No hesitation.

No doubt.

The air shifted. Applause broke out. Voices rose in approval. The pack celebrated as if nothing in the world had ever been uncertain.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t react.

Because whatever had been there—that quiet, unspoken thing between us—was gone now.

Not fading.

Gone.

“Step forward,” Kael said.

She did.

He took her hand.

And that was when it happened.

It hit me without warning.

A sharp pull. Deep and sudden. Like something inside me had been hooked and yanked forward. My breath caught, not from fear, but from the force of it.

The world narrowed.

Sound dulled.

And all I could feel—

Was her.

Not the way I had before. Not memory. Not longing.

This was different.

Raw.

Real.

Unavoidable.

My hand clenched at my side as the sensation deepened, stretching between us like a thread pulled too tight.

Lyra stiffened.

Her eyes snapped to mine.

And for the first time that night—

She looked afraid.

“No,” she whispered.

The word barely carried, but I heard it.

So did he.

Kael’s gaze shifted, sharp and immediate, following hers.

Until it landed on me.

The connection between us surged again.

Stronger.

Clearer.

There was no mistaking it now.

The truth settled in my chest like a blade.

Mate.

The crowd hadn’t noticed yet.

But they would.

And when they did—

Everything would change.

Kael’s expression darkened.

“Step forward,” he said.

Not to her.

To me.

The command carried weight. Not just authority—but power. The kind that pressed down on every wolf in the courtyard.

Every wolf but me.

I didn’t move right away.

Not because I couldn’t.

Because I didn’t want to.

This was not how it was supposed to happen.

Not here.

Not like this.

“Did you not hear your Alpha?” Darian’s voice came again, lower now, edged with something that wasn’t amusement anymore.

I stepped forward.

Each movement felt heavy, like I was walking into something I could not undo.

The crowd shifted, parting just enough to let me pass. Whispers followed. Low. Curious. Suspicious.

I stopped at the base of the platform.

Kael looked down at me.

Up close, his presence was stronger. Commanding. Controlled.

Dangerous.

“What is your name?” he asked.

Not because he didn’t know.

Because he wanted everyone else to hear it.

“Eryx,” I said. “Eryx Vale.”

A flicker of recognition passed through a few faces in the crowd. Others looked confused.

The name meant nothing to most.

That was the point.

Kael’s gaze held mine. “State your standing.”

There it was.

I kept my voice level.

“No rank.”

A ripple moved through the courtyard.

Lyra’s hand tightened slightly in his.

Kael’s eyes hardened.

“And yet,” he said slowly, “you stand here, bound by something that should not exist.”

I didn’t answer.

Because I didn’t have one.

Because I knew what he meant.

Because I knew what this looked like.

A nobody.

A wolf with no place.

Standing between an Alpha and his chosen Luna.

The connection pulled again.

Stronger now.

Unstable.

Lyra shook her head, her voice breaking through the tension. “This is wrong,” she said, louder this time. “It shouldn’t be him.”

The words landed harder than anything else that night.

Not because they surprised me.

Because they didn’t.

Kael turned slightly toward her. “You feel it.”

It wasn’t a question.

Her silence was answer enough.

The courtyard had gone completely still.

Every eye was on us now.

Every breath held.

Kael looked back at me.

And then—

He smiled.

Not with warmth.

With decision.

“Then we will correct it.”

The words were calm.

Measured.

Final.

A chill moved through me, slow and deliberate.

“What are you saying?” Lyra asked, her voice tight.

Kael didn’t look at her.

His focus stayed on me.

“A bond is only as strong as the wolves who accept it,” he said. “And I do not.”

The connection snapped.

Not fully.

But enough to hurt.

Enough to make it clear.

He was rejecting it.

Rejecting me.

In front of everyone.

The silence broke into whispers. Shock. Confusion. Interest.

I stood there, feeling the space where something had just been torn open.

Lyra’s voice came again, softer now. “Kael…”

He finally looked at her.

“You are mine,” he said. “Not his.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Because she knew.

Because we all knew.

This was not something easily undone.

But Kael had made his choice.

And in doing so—

He had made mine for me.

“Leave,” he said, his voice turning cold as it returned to me.

No anger.

No shouting.

Just dismissal.

Like I was nothing.

Like I had always been nothing.

The courtyard seemed to close in, waiting to see what I would do.

I looked at Lyra one last time.

Not for answers.

Not for hope.

Just to see.

Her gaze dropped.

That was enough.

I turned.

And I walked away.

No one stopped me.

No one spoke.

The gates loomed ahead, still open, still waiting.

The same way they had when I arrived.

But everything felt different now.

The night air hit my face as I stepped outside.

Cold.

Sharp.

Real.

Behind me, the ceremony resumed.

Voices rose again.

Life moved on.

Like I had never been part of it.

I didn’t look back.

Not once.

Because something inside me had already shifted.

Not broken.

Not gone.

Changed.

The bond still lingered.

Faint.

Distant.

Unclaimed.