After My Alpha Chose His Omega Over Me

The whispers started as a trickle, then became a flood. I felt them before I heard them—the subtle shift in the pack's energy as I entered the cafeteria the next morning.

"Did you hear? She can't even shift."

"I always knew there was something wrong with her."

"She's wolfless. That's why the Alpha had to reject her."

I kept my eyes forward, my spine straight as I moved through the line. Sasha stirred within me, her presence growing stronger each day since I'd stopped taking the wolfsbane.

*Don't react,* I told myself. *They're trying to provoke you.*

I reached for a bowl of fruit, when a young Omega behind me bumped into me, her tray tilting precariously. Before I could steady it, the tray tipped, sending glasses and plates crashing to the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" she gasped, her eyes wide with fear as she dropped to her knees to clean up the mess.

"Here," I said quietly, kneeling beside her. "Let me help."

Together we gathered the scattered items, her hands trembling slightly. When we finished, I noticed a bruise forming on her wrist—likely from Lila's "training sessions" for new Omegas.

"Be careful," I murmured, gently touching the purple mark. "Apply some ice if you can."

Her eyes widened in surprise. No one had shown her kindness in months.

"Thank you," she whispered back.

From across the room, I caught Lila watching us, her lips curled in disgust. She leaned closer to Miles, whispering something that made him laugh—a harsh sound that echoed through the cafeteria.

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The rain pounded against my windows that night, matching the restless energy coursing through my veins. Three days had passed since the rejection, and each hour felt like another chain falling away.

A sudden crash of thunder made me bolt upright in bed. Something was wrong.

*Sasha?* I called internally.

*Danger,* she responded, her voice clearer than ever. *North border.*

I threw on a jacket and ran outside, letting my instincts guide me through the storm. The wind whipped my hair—still short and liberating—as I raced toward the northern boundary of our territory.

The scent hit me before I saw it—blood and alcohol mingling with rain and crushed metal. Miles's black SUV had wrapped itself around a massive oak tree, steam rising from the crumpled hood.

"Damn it," I muttered, approaching cautiously.

Miles lay slumped over the steering wheel, blood streaming from a gash on his forehead. His breathing was shallow, his pulse weak when I checked it.

"Idiot," I hissed, but my hands were already moving, assessing the damage.

Internal bleeding. Broken ribs. Concussion. If I left him here, he'd die before anyone found him.

Despite everything he'd done, I couldn't let him die. Not like this.

I closed my eyes, drawing on the Gamma energy that had been suppressed for so long. It flowed through me like electricity, responding to my need. I placed my hands on his chest, channeling the healing power into his wounds.

"Live," I commanded, feeling the energy knit his torn tissues back together. "But don't ever say I owe you anything."

When I finished, he was still unconscious but stable. I stepped back, wiping rain and blood from my hands.

"Goodbye, Miles," I whispered, turning away from the wreckage.

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The next morning, I headed to the infirmary to check on Diana, who'd been ill lately. The moment I stepped through the door, I froze.

Lila sat perched on the edge of Miles's bed, holding his hand while he smiled adoringly at her. His color was good—my healing had worked well—but the sight of them together still made my stomach turn.

"You're awake!" Lila exclaimed, her voice dripping with false concern. "I was so worried when I found you last night."

Miles squeezed her hand. "My savior," he murmured. "If Lila hadn't found me and healed me..."

I blinked in confusion. She hadn't healed him—she didn't have that ability.

"But I thought..." I began.

"Oh, Valerie!" Lila's voice dripped with false sweetness. "We didn't expect to see you here. You must have slept through the emergency last night."

Miles's eyes hardened as he looked at me. "Yes, while others were out saving lives, some were sleeping peacefully."

Lila leaned closer to him, her voice carrying just enough for me to hear. "That's what happens when someone's wolfless. No connection to the pack's needs."

I stood perfectly still as they continued their performance, Miles praising Lila's "healing abilities" and "devotion" while she basked in his attention.

Diana caught my eye from across the room, her expression sympathetic. She knew the truth—she'd seen my healing work before.

I turned away, a strange calm settling over me. This wasn't my pack anymore. These weren't my people.

One more month, and I'd be free forever.