Alpha's Bound Omega

Elara.

'Ughhh!'

As I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, I became aware of a looming presence hovering above me. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself staring blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling. Memories of the previous night flooded back, and I couldn't help but wonder how everything had ended up like this. It felt like fate was playing a cruel joke on me. I desperately tried to distract myself from the pounding in my chest, but the embarrassment flushed my cheeks, betraying my emotions. I lightly slapped my temple and hid my face behind my arm, hoping to conceal my turmoil. I never expected this moment to arrive so soon.

Sensing movement nearby, I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to be still asleep. I couldn't bear the thought of facing what awaited me. What if he didn't feel the same way about me? What if I was nothing more than a passing amusement, an object to be discarded? Countless unanswered questions swirled in my mind. I did my best to feign sleep, hoping to avoid the inevitable confrontation. But my efforts were in vain.

A deep, commanding voice cut through the silence, drawing nearer with every passing second. "You're awake," he stated matter-of-factly, and I could feel him approaching. His warm breath caressed my neck, sending a tickling sensation through my body. It was both exhilarating and unnerving. His scent alone was enough to cloud my senses, but with him so close, my thoughts were in complete disarray. I shivered, clutching the thick blanket around me for warmth. It wasn't from joy or fear; it was a strange mixture of emotions—happiness, trepidation, and anguish. The emotions within me were at war with each other. And why wouldn't they be? The man I had spent the night with was no ordinary man. He was Alpha Thorin.

Alpha Thorin, the formidable leader of the Frostwood Pack. He was known for his ruthless determination and his many battle scars, he was a tyrant in the eyes of many, yet also a notorious ladies' man. And he was the man I had spent the previous night with. Despite his tarnished reputation, I had hoped for some words of affection from him—after all, he was my mate.

A simple word of tenderness was all I needed to fill me with joy. As an orphan, I had been sold into slavery at a young age. Through my skills and determination, I managed to earn my freedom and was eventually taken in by the Frostwood Pack as an Omega. But life remained a bleak existence for me—wolfless and confined to dreary living conditions. I had been bullied, ignored, and mistreated by the members of the pack for years. The only glimmer of hope I held onto was finding my mate—a person who could rescue me from this misery, love me, and offer protection.

And now, I had found my mate—Alpha Thorin, my Alpha.

The thought had initially filled me with a sense of relief. It was like a fairy tale, where Cinderella marries her charming prince. That was how I envisioned my life unfolding. But all those dreams came crashing down when I looked up at him. My smile wavered, and I sensed that something was amiss. His expression was stern and distant, and his eyes radiated a coldness that pierced my heart. His eyes were like storm clouds, thick and foreboding, capable of reducing anyone to ruins. My heart skipped a beat as I observed his reaction, and my fantastical imaginings came to an abrupt halt.

"We need to talk," he declared.

My heart raced as I anxiously waited for him to continue. The tension in the air was palpable, causing a knot to form in my stomach. I clenched my fist, mustering up whatever courage I could find.

"Last night was a mistake," he said bluntly, without any consideration for my feelings. How could he say that? Didn't we both enjoy our time together?

Unconsciously, my glare intensified, and I gritted my teeth. Before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out, "Didn't we both enjoy it?" I gasped for air, his words suffocating me deep inside. My hand loosened, and I glanced down, continuing, "You marked me last night..."

I had no idea where this sudden surge of courage came from, but it felt like my world was crumbling around me. I had nothing to lose, nothing to hold onto. My mate was my only hope, but I was mated to a heartless tyrant who didn't care about me.

His eyes gleamed with annoyance, and he snorted, "Yes, you're right. You were a perfect bed warmer. And I admit, I enjoyed last night." A mischievous smirk played on his lips. He leaned in closer, his words dripping with sarcasm, "But let's not mistake pleasure for love, my dear. You were nothing more than an amusement for the night."

His words pierced me like a dagger, and tears welled up in my eyes. How could he be so cold-hearted, callous? How could he easily dismiss me after all we had shared? I had given him my heart, my body, and my trust, and he treated it all as if it meant absolutely nothing.

My words caught in my throat, filled with sorrow and anger. "I believed... I believed we were mates. I thought we had a deep connection."

He scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain. "Mates? That's just a biological bond, a way for our species to reproduce. It doesn't hold any significance beyond that."

His words were like a stab to my heart. I felt the weight of rejection crushing me, suffocating me. The dreams I had nurtured, the hope I had clung to, all shattered in an instant. My world had been turned upside down, and I was left with nothing but pain and emptiness.

He continued, sarcastically closing in on me, "You're better than all the other bitches and whores I spent my nights with. Do you want to be my favorite whore then?"

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, completely shattering the last ounce of hope I had left. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as anger surged through me. Where this anger came from, I couldn't pinpoint.

"I already have a woman in my life," he continued, delivering a harsh reality check. This couldn't be happening. He must be lying. I had waited for him all these years. How could he betray me? But as I looked into his eyes, I couldn't see any sign of deceit. He was serious, and I couldn't deny it. I had no idea what expression was on my face, whether it was a bitter one or a broken one. It didn't matter to him as he continued to hit me with reality. "She's the Alpha Killian's daughter, the Alpha of the Thunder Ridge Pack. She deserves to be the Luna more than you. How could you, a mere omega without a wolf, expect to be my Luna?"

I was devastated, each word he spoke cutting deeper into my wounded heart. All the hopes and dreams I had built around finding my mate came crashing down around me. I knew my place in the pack as a wolfless omega, but I had hoped that my mate would see beyond that and love me for who I was. Now, I had to accept the brutal truth that I was nothing more than a slut to the Alpha.

"I, Alpha Thorin of the Frostwood Pack, hereby reject you, Elara," he declared the words boldly, leaving me stunned and bewildered. He didn't even bother to offer an explanation or help me understand.

An indescribable feeling washed over me, my chest heavy as if burdened with a boulder. I struggled to catch my breath, my body trembling. Tears streamed down my face as I grappled with the pain of rejection. It hurt more than anything I had ever experienced. This was the Moon Goddess' cruel curse of betraying one's mate. But why was I the one left to suffer? He seemed unaffected, calmly leaving the room without a care. Reality was so harsh, and there was no fairy tale ending. How could I have dared to believe that he would choose me as his mate? I closed my eyes, sinking back onto the bed, feeling the weight of my heartache. It was a cruel twist of fate that my mate was the one who looked down on me and rejected our bond in the end. And I, the fool that I was, had waited for him all these years to rescue me from this misery. What a fool indeed!

I grabbed the pillow and curled up with it, seeking some semblance of comfort as I replayed his heartbreaking words in my mind, abandoned and unwanted.

"No one should know about this. Or else, it'll be the end for you."

The walls of the empty room bore witness to my loneliness as I lay there, vulnerable and exposed. My tears had dried up, leaving me numb and devoid of emotions. This feeling of emptiness was something I was accustomed to, but this setback was the greatest I had ever faced. What was my fault? Was it being born as an omega or growing up as an orphan? I had never blamed my fate on anyone until today...perhaps everything would have unfolded differently if my prayers had been answered, if I had been blessed with my wolf, my companion.

"You truly have no heart, you bastard...Alpha Thorin..." I whispered, pressing my hand against my chest, seeking solace and trying to ease the ache within. I yearned for this bitter feeling to fade away. I didn't want to feel like this ever again.

"I hate you Alpha Thorin... Go to hell…”

Elara.

The morning light filtered through the small window in my room, yet I could not find the will to rise from bed. Each part of my body ached with a deep soreness as if I had aged a lifetime overnight.

I was feeling as though my body had been trampled by a herd of wild horses. Every muscle ached and my head pounded with a relentless throbbing. For a moment, I couldn't recall why I felt so miserable. Then the memories came flooding back—Alpha Thorin's cruel rejection, the rumors surely spreading about me now, my shattered dreams.

How could the man I had given my heart and body to reject me so callously? I had thought our bond meant something more to him, even if it was just the beginning of affection. But to him, I was nothing - a plaything to be used and discarded. The realization left me feeling hollow and adrift.

As I lay curled in a ball, lost in my turbulent thoughts, loud voices and footsteps approached from outside. I recognized the shrill tones - it was the Alpha's close friend and advisor, Beta Orion, along with a few other pack members.

"I hear the omega slut Elara tried to seduce Alpha Thorin and claimed they were mates. Can you believe her audacity?" Beta Orion sneered.

Another voice scoffed. "She's probably lying through her teeth, that wolfless bitch. As if our mighty Alpha would ever choose a lowly slave as his mate."

Their derisive laughter echoed down the hallway, each cruel jibe tearing deeper at my frayed emotions. News of what transpired between I and Alpha Thorin had spread like wildfire, twisting the truth to paint me as some desperate seductress. I knew better than to believe such vicious rumors, yet their barbs found their mark regardless.

Fighting back tears, I curled up even tighter, willing myself to disappear. But their discussion soon took an even more hurtful turn.

"Did you hear the big announcement?" Beta Orion asked smugly. "Alpha Thorin is to marry Princess Willowbreeze of the Thunder Ridge Pack next full moon. Their alliance will make us invincible!"

Gasps and cheers erupted at the news. Princess Willowbreeze - the daughter of Alpha Killian, leader of the rival Thunder Ridge Pack. She was everything I was not: a pureblood wolf, beautiful and privileged. Of course Alpha Thorin would choose her as his mate and future Luna. I was a fool to ever believe I stood a chance.

The pack members' celebration only reinforced how little I meant to anyone. Alone in my misery, I broke down in heaving sobs, finally allowing the dam of emotions to burst.

I clutched at my stomach as nausea overtook me, dry heaving painfully though nothing came up. My head throbbed with each sob, a piercing reminder of my wretched situation. Sleep would not come, my thoughts in perpetual turmoil. This rejection was slowly killing me from within.

Over the next few days, my symptoms only worsened. Nausea gripped me each morning, and splitting headaches left me drained. My fatigue grew so severe that I struggled to complete my tasks at the construction site.

My clumsiness only invited more mockery from the overseers and fellow slaves. Rumors about my supposed scheming with Alpha Thorin had reached even them.

"Look at the little homewrecker, crying over her failed seduction plans," one sneered as I struggled to lift a heavy beam.

Another smirked. "Maybe if you put out for the overseers, they'll go easy on your punishment for slacking off."

The mockeries of my fellow slaves cut deep. I knew what they said was untrue, but their words still found their marks. As I struggled under the heavy beam, my vision swam and darkness crept in at the edges.

"Please, I need a moment's rest," I gasped, leaning against the wood for support. My overseer simply scoffed.

"No breaks for the lazy and foolish. Did you really think you were some fairytale princess, that bedding the Alpha would make all your dreams come true? This isn't some Cinderella story, girl. In the real world, scheming whores get what they deserve - hard labor and scorn."

His cruel laughter rang in my ears as black spots dotted my vision. I pushed on and bit back tears, determined not to give them the satisfaction of a reaction. But inside, each barb carved deeper at my crumbling resilience.

I wondered what sin I could have possibly committed to deserve such a wretched fate. Had I not always worked diligently and kept my head low? Why was I being punished so severely while others thrived through no efforts of their own? The injustice of it all weighed heavily on my spirit.

Questions continue to swirl in my mind. What dark forces seemed set on destroying me, and how much more abuse could my battered soul withstand?

By evening, I could barely stand from exhaustion and illness. In this state, I almost didn't notice the commotion erupting nearby until a young boy raced towards me in distress. "Please help, miss! My friend fell and isn't waking up!"

I hurried after him to the outskirts of the construction site, where a small group of children had been playing. Lying motionless amongst the rubble was a tiny girl, face deathly pale. Dropping to my knees, I checked for breathing and pulse with shaking hands. Both were faint.

"Fetch a healer, quickly!" I yelled to the boy, gently tilting the girl's head to clear her airway as I had been trained. Her friends looked on fearfully, tears streaming down their dirty cheeks.

By some small mercy, the healer arrived swiftly and took over. After examining the girl, she proclaimed it a mild concussion but nothing life-threatening. Still, she advised taking her to the clinic for observation.

I volunteered to escort them, needing any distraction from my own turmoil. Along the way, the children chattered endlessly, clinging to me like a lifeline. Their innocent voices and smiles brought me brief solace from my private hell.

At the clinic, the healer checked over the girl once more before sending the children off with a clean bill of health. As I turned to leave, a familiar face caught my eye - Healer Mila, one who had shown me kindness in the past.

"Elara, you look unwell. Let me check on you before you go," she said gently but firmly, guiding me to an empty cot.

I protested weakly, not wanting to burden her further. But her patient probing soon revealed my symptoms, and her eyes widened in realization. With deft hands, she performed an examination, then met my anxious gaze with a soft smile.

"My dear, it seems you may be with child."

"More precisely, you carry triplets, Elara. About six weeks along from what I can tell."

I sat in a daze as Healer Mila's words echoed in her mind. It couldn't be true, yet Mila had never been wrong before. As the healer packed her supplies, my hand drifted to my still-flat stomach, trying to comprehend what lay within.

Pregnant? Triplets pups... But how could this be? Unless...it was that night with Alpha Thorin, the night I tried so hard to forget. Now I understood my changing body, but carrying Alpha Thorin's child meant I held his life in my hands.

If Alpha Thorin discovered my pregnancy, there was no telling how he might react in his fury. As an unmated omega carrying another's pups, I would be seen as utterly disgracing to the pack. Punishment, even death, could easily befall me and my unborn children.

I had to escape, for the sake of protecting these precious gifts the Moon Goddess had blessed me with against all odds. But where could a penniless, pregnant slave fleeing her oppressors possibly go? Only one place came to mind - the enemy Crescent Moon Pack, rumored to show more compassion to outsiders. It was a desperate gamble, yet my only chance at safeguarding my future.

That very night, under cover of darkness and pouring rain, not minding the dangers that deserting all by myself entailed, I fled from Frostwood pack.