His Rejected Mate

The night brimmed with notable excitement, the moon casting its silvery embrace upon the opulent mansion that belonged to Alpha Dominic. This was no ordinary evening; it marked the eighteenth birthday of the Alpha, a moment long-awaited by the entire pack.

Amidst the jubilant festivities, the air carried not only the scent of pine trees but also the electrifying buzz of anticipation. The ancient forest that surrounded us added to the mystique of the occasion, and the energy was nothing short of electric.

Alpha Dominic's, towering in both height and presence at just eighteen, exuded an aura of unshakable authority. He possessed the rarest of qualities, a high alpha gene, which solidified his position as the pack's soon-to-be leader. Every member of the pack held him in the highest esteem.

Tonight, the fate of the pack rested on the brink of change. The moment he found his mate, the alpha mantle would be passed to him by his parents. As for me, I lingered in the shadows, a solitary figure hidden from those who did not recognize me as a pack member. My desire was simple—to bask in the exhilaration of the night, an observer of the enchanting celebration unfolding before me.

Born to Omega parents, I had always existed on the fringes, forever an outsider in a world where belonging was defined by the presence of a wolf within. Though I possessed features that many would deem beautiful—lustrous dark brown hair, striking hazel eyes, sun-kissed tan skin, a slender frame, and an average height, it would be considered ideal here. I remained an outcast, the void of a wolf setting me apart.

As the night grew deeper and the moon reached its zenith, a hushed anticipation descended upon the jubilation. This was the hour we had all been eagerly anticipating—the Alpha's Mating Ceremony. It was the moment when the moon's ethereal guidance would unveil the destined mate for our Alpha.

Dominic's sharp, piercing azure eyes roved across the room, and a chill of anxiety coursed through me. I had long come to terms with my place as an outsider in his world—a mere human amidst a pack of formidable werewolves.

The inappropriateness of my presence was something I had reconciled with. However, as the moon's radiant light filled the room, I couldn't help but wonder if it had a different plan in store for me.

The word hung heavy in the air as Dominic's eyes locked onto mine, and he uttered the word that would change everything. "Mate."

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. It couldn't be. Dominic, the Alpha of our pack, had just pronounced me as his mate in front of the entire gathering. The murmurs and gasps and even snarls from the pack members were drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears.

Dominic, his expression unreadable, stepped toward me with purpose, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the area. He extended a hand, his eyes never leaving mine. "Freya," he said, his voice low and resonant, "come with me."

I was stunned, unable to move or speak. My mind raced, struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions and the undeniable connection that had just been revealed. In that moment, I felt like a puppet, caught in the strings of fate.

Dominic's grip on my hand was firm yet gentle as he led me away from the crowd. We left the grand hall behind, the sounds of the party fading into the distance. My heart was a tumultuous storm of confusion, fear, and a strange feeling.

As Alpha Dominic led me away from the festivities, I couldn't help but feel a torrent of emotions swirling inside me. His silver eyes piercing mine.

The realization that I was Dominic's mate, a position traditionally reserved for the most respected and cherished members of the pack, beta daughter or even the highest pack female warriors, was mind-boggling. And yet, there was something else—something deeper—that I needed to explain.

"Dominic," I began, my voice quivering, "you knew my name because I've always been the outcast, the human-born Omega who never shifted. Everyone in the pack knew me as the one who didn't belong, who couldn't belong."

Dominic's piercing gaze softened, and for the first time, I saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Freya," he said, "I've always known who you were. But tonight, the moon revealed a truth that transcends everything. You are my mate, and it's a bond I can't deny."

In his presence, I felt a warmth and acceptance that I had longed for my entire life. It was as if the moon itself had orchestrated our meeting to heal the wounds of the past.

With Dominic, I had a chance to be more than just the outcast, more than the girl who couldn't shift. I had a chance to be someone cherished and accepted, not despite my differences but because of them.

As Alpha Dominic led me to his private chambers, a palpable tension hung between us. The moon's revelation had set our hearts ablaze, and the room itself seemed to crackle with the electricity of destiny.

His eyes, once commanding and formidable, softened as he gazed into mine, and I could see a vulnerability in him that I hadn't noticed before.

In the quiet sanctuary of his room, we stood, mere inches apart, our breaths synced in a rhythm that spoke of longing and desire as he locked his bedroom door.

Dominic's fingers brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face, and I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together, and in that moment, all doubts and fears melted away.

The night unfolded in a tender dance of exploration, our hands tracing the contours of each other's bodies with reverence.

Dominic's lips met mine in a slow, passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. His touch was both gentle and possessive, as if he couldn't get enough of me, as if I were the missing piece of his soul.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room as our intimacy deepened, each moment a testament to the undeniable bond that had bound us.

Words became obsolete as our bodies communicated the depths of our longing, an unspoken promise of a future together. It was true that I had a crush on him, every female that I knew had a crush on him and suddenly I was living everyone's dream.

As dawn approached, we lay entwined, our breaths ragged, our hearts entangled. I nestled against Dominic's chest, feeling the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a night of intimacy, of secrets shared, and of a love that had ignited despite the odds.

But when I awoke the next morning, Dominic was gone, leaving behind only the fading traces of our passion. Confusion and a sense of abandonment gripped me, I smiled before getting up to find him. Recollection of last night's passionate moment flooded my memory, making me blush.

As I stepped out of his room and ventured down the corridor, hushed voices reached my ears.

Driven by an irresistible curiosity, I trailed the hushed whispers, my heart hammering in my chest, until I stood before a door left slightly ajar. Gently pushing it open, I was met with a sight that left me utterly stupefied. Inside the room, Alpha Dominic stood at the center, flanked by his parents, engrossed in a grave conversation.

Even though my presence should have been detectable to a werewolf's acute senses, the intensity of their discussion seemed to have absorbed their attention completely, leaving me undetected. I couldn't help but suspect that I might be a subject of their heated discourse.

"I can't believe you've mated with her, Dominic," his mother, Carolyn, remarked, her voice dripping with an evident disdain that sent a chill down my spine.

His father's agreement was notable, and he nodded solemnly. "She's not only from an omega bloodline, but she's human, son. She's weak and unfit. This is a disgrace to our pack. You should have been more cautious."

Alpha Dominic's response carried a touch of vulnerability that tugged at my heartstrings. "Am I not strong enough to protect her?"

His mother, Carolyn, remained steadfast in her stance, her words firm and unyielding. "If other packs were to learn that you've mated with a human, they'd perceive us as weak. We've built this pack on strong foundations over decades. We won't let you jeopardize it. She's not fit to become the Luna of this pack. A Luna must command respect from all. People will ridicule us. You're next in line to become the alpha, though many already regard you as one, but you're not officially an alpha yet. Don't force us to seek a more suitable candidate for that title."

Alpha Dominic's tone carried an undercurrent of disdain as he asked, "Then what do you suggest I do?" The tension in the room was notable, and I couldn't help but feel like an unwitting pawn in their complex, otherworldly drama.

"We've already extended a marriage proposal to Beta Morgan for his daughter, who would be a perfect fit for the role of Luna," his mother declared with a triumphant smile.

A suffocating sensation gripped me as I absorbed the words, the weight of the situation settling in. Dominic's parents had not only rejected me for who I was but also because of my humanity.

The bond we had shared just the previous night now felt like a fragile thread ready to snap. I couldn't deny the painful truth any longer—I was not only an outsider within the pack, but I was also an outsider within my own mate's family. The realization stung, leaving me with a profound sense of isolation and heartache.

In the wake of their revelation, the room descended into an oppressive, suffocating silence, as if they had suddenly sensed an intruder. My heart, gripped by an agony I had never before experienced, bore the crushing weight of their rejection like a relentless tidal wave, leaving me drowning in a sea of despair.

I stood there, tears welling in my eyes, feeling vulnerable and exposed, caught in the midst of this painful revelation. The bond we had shared, the intimacy of the night, now seemed like a distant dream shattered by the harsh light of reality.

Suddenly, Alpha Dominic's gaze pierced through the room, locking onto mine with eyes that bore an unmistakable mix of turmoil and conflict. In a matter of seconds, they stood before me—Alpha Ralph and Luna Carolyn—both of them regarding me with a disdain so evident it made me feel as though I could simply vanish into thin air.

"Do it!" His mother urged him.

Dominic's voice trembled as he spoke again, addressing the turmoil within him and the pressure from his parents. "Freya Stoneheart," he said, "I, Alpha Dominic, reject you as my mate and future Luna."

Those words hung in the air, a painful proclamation that marked the end of a brief, intimate story, it was like a one-night stand.

The shock of his rejection pierced through me, leaving a deep wound that I knew would take a long time to heal.

Alpha Dominic's not-so-shocking rejection. My heart weighed heavy as I turned my back on the Alpha's opulent mansion, each step echoing with the reverberations of a shattered dream, retracing my path through the once-familiar forest that now seemed imbued with a melancholic air.

The laughter and joy of the pack's harsh celebration, a memory now etched with a touch of bitter irony, felt like a fading echo, hauntingly reminding me of the profound loss I had endured.

Returning to my modest home was a bittersweet experience, a bitter pill to swallow. My Omega parents, who had perpetually borne the burden of being outsiders, had long harbored hatred towards me.

But as I stepped into our horrid home, their faces twisted with disdain and judgment. Their disappointment was notable, a painful reminder that I had failed them as much as I had failed myself. The pack's rejection of me had tainted their dreams, and I couldn't bear the weight of their cruelty any longer.

In the early morning light, it was painfully evident that everyone had already received the word through the intricate mind-link that bound our pack together.

It was a silent revelation that struck at the core of my being, prompting silent tears to stream down my cheeks as I realized the enormity of what had just transpired.

With a heart heavy and spirit crushed, I knew I had to escape from the house that had once been my sanctuary, now tainted with jeers and the weight of shattered expectations.

Running away would be so much better, leaving behind the only life I had ever known, in pursuit of a fresh start, a place where I could finally belong, and where my wounded heart might find solace in the face of the deep scars left by Alpha Dominic's rejection.

I tentatively stepped into the small, dimly lit living room of our modest home, the harsh reality of my rejection still fresh in my mind, I was met with a chilling picture.

Mocking sneers adorned the faces of my mother and younger sister. My mother, Clara, a woman who had grown hardened by years of trying to assimilate within the pack, regarded me with a mixture of disdain and begrudging pity.

"Well, well," she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "our little Freya, the rejected mate. I hope you're proud of yourself for bringing shame to this family." The words cut deeper than any physical wound, and I knew that this was not just the end of a chapter but the beginning of a whole new, painful narrative in my life.

My younger sister, Mia, never one to miss an opportunity to inflict emotional pain, chimed in with a cruel, heartless laugh. "Yeah, Freya, you really messed up this time, didn't you? Who's going to want a mate who can't even keep an Alpha's interest?"

Their harsh words cut through me like a thousand bee stings, and I struggled to hold back the tears, desperately trying to defend myself against their scathing remarks. "It's not my fault, Mom, Mia," I protested, my voice trembling with a volatile mix of anger and heartache. "I didn't choose this path; it was chosen for me."

Clara's laughter, tainted by bitterness, filled the room like a venomous fog. "Oh, Freya, always the victim, aren't you? You've been a disappointment from the day you were born, and this rejection is just the height of your uselessness."

Mia eagerly joined in, her tone equally mocking and devoid of empathy. "Maybe you should've just stayed with Dominic, even if he doesn't want you. At least then you'd have some semblance of worth in the eyes of the pack, and you wouldn't be the laughingstock of the whole community."

Their taunts and jeers were relentless, and I felt the weight of their words pressing down on me like an unshakeable burden.

I stood there, the weight of their disdain and the remnants of Alpha Dominic's rejection began to carve deep scars on my wounded heart, and I knew that I had to embark on my journey, not just to find a place where I belonged but to prove, even to myself, that I was more than the sum of their scorn.

I reached my room and stepped inside, preparing to shut the door and take refuge in solitude, an unexpected and powerful force seized me, flinging me violently against the wall.

My vision blurred momentarily, and when it cleared, I found myself confronted by Linda, the beta of our pack. Her sneering, malicious grin struck fear into my heart as I struggled to regain my composure.

"Thought you could become Luna, didn't you?" Linda taunted, her words laced with venom. I could only manage a feeble shake of my head in response, unable to find my voice amidst the overwhelming dread.

Accusatory and enraged, Linda continued, her voice dripping with contempt, "You had the gall to sleep with my mate? Who the hell do you think you are, you human termite?" Her snarl was chilling, making every inch of my body tremble with fear.

"I could end you right here, right now," Linda threatened, her eyes burning with the promise of violence. "I doubt anyone would care. You're nothing more than the Alpha's rejected mate, and not even your own family, who are omega, gives you a second thought. If you ever dare to take one step toward my mate again, you won't live to take another breath." With that, she flung me to the ground, leaving me with a chilling warning that hung heavily in the air.

To my disbelief and dismay, I realized that my family knew of Linda's presence and her cruel intentions, yet they had chosen to remain silent, their laughter resonating through the floorboards from the gathering downstairs.

In that moment, the stark reality of my isolation within the pack became painfully clear, and I understood that I had to summon every ounce of strength within me to face the challenges that lay ahead, alone and without support.

The echoes of their jeers and taunts continued to haunt my every thought, solidifying my resolve to escape the torment of my own family.

With a heart weighed down by rejection and spirit fractured by their cruelty, I knew I could no longer endure the torment that had become my daily existence. It was time to set forth on a journey, to find a place where I could mend the wounds and discover where I truly belonged.

For days, I had meticulously crafted my escape plan, ensuring that every detail was covered. The pain of my rejection and the relentless mockery of my family had pushed me to this precipice, and I couldn't turn back now.

Timing was everything. I waited patiently for a moonless night, when the shroud of darkness would be my closest ally. The wolves, with their keen night vision, would be at a disadvantage, granting me the cover I desperately needed.

Dressed in dark, nondescript clothing, I moved stealthily and with purpose, silently slipping out of my room. The attire I had chosen was more than just clothes; it was my armor, a symbol of my determination to move swiftly and soundlessly through the forest, my gateway to freedom from the prison of my past.

Leaving my home through a side entrance, I closed the door as quietly as a whisper, my senses heightened by the anticipation of escape. Every step I took was deliberate, guided by the meticulous planning that had gone into selecting the escape route. I had studied the surroundings thoroughly, ensuring I would avoid any areas with noisy gravel or branches that might betray my presence.

Before embarking on this journey into the unknown, I left behind a note on the kitchen table, explaining my departure. However, I had been careful to include a false destination, a web of deception that would make it exceedingly difficult for anyone to track my path.

In a deliberate act of detachment from my former life, I left my phone behind, fully aware of its potential for being used as a tracking device. In its place, I carried a disposable phone for emergencies, a lifeline that would allow me to reach out if my journey took an unexpected turn.

In a small, unassuming bag, I had packed essential supplies to sustain me on my voyage. My clothes occupied the space within the bag, serving as my sole companions on this solitary journey.

The weight of my past was heavy, but I carried with me the hope of a brighter future, a future where the scars of rejection might finally begin to heal.

With each step I took into the forest, my heart pounded in my chest, the pulse of fear and determination driving me forward. I knew that staying vigilant was not an option but a necessity. Every rustle of leaves, every snapping twig, became a potential threat that could expose my presence.

For hours, I navigated the darkness, the moonless night my silent guide. I followed my meticulously planned route, at times backtracking or taking indirect paths to create confusion for anyone who might attempt to follow in my footsteps. It was a harrowing journey through the veil of night, every minute a testament to my unwavering resolve.

When I finally reached a safe distance from the place I had once called home, the world opened up before me, a vast expanse full of possibilities. In that moment, I embraced the profound significance of the first step I had taken toward a new beginning, a beginning untainted by the pain of rejection and the cruelty of my past.

I was free, unburdened by the shackles of my old life, leaving behind the heartache of rejection and cruelty. The path ahead was uncertain, but it was filled with the promise of acceptance and healing, a future where I could finally find the sense of belonging and peace that had eluded me for far too long.