Rejected By My Fated Alpha

The next day, the Tran Pack was brimming with excitement. Red decorations hung everywhere, a stark contrast to the usual cold, imposing atmosphere of their territory. Having spent so long in this harsh environment, I found the sudden warmth almost unsettling.

When I returned to my quarters, I found Carmelo standing in the room. He paused when he saw me, his expression darkening instantly.

“I’ve warned you before,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “to remember your place. This is the private chamber reserved for my future Luna. An Omega like you has no business here.”

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with a predatory glint, a sign of his barely contained rage. Did he really hate me this much?

My heart sank as I lowered my head, murmuring, “I apologize, Alpha.”

It was clear now—there had never been any affection between us. If my presence was so unwelcome, perhaps it was time to leave. I didn’t want my scent to offend his precious Luna.

But Carmelo wasn’t done with me.

“Get out of my sight,” he snapped. “Go to the training grounds.”

The training grounds were his personal domain, a place where he often retreated to assert his dominance. I followed him silently, my stomach churning with dread.

Once there, he dismissed the guards and turned on me. Without warning, he tore at my clothes, his movements rough and violent. I tried to resist, but he was too strong, too relentless. Soon, I could only gasp for air as he took what he wanted.

“You’ve been tempting me all day,” he growled, his voice dripping with accusation. “You knew I was holding back, and you couldn’t resist playing your little game.”

I wanted to protest, but he was too forceful, too overpowering. When it was over, he shoved me away with a sharp, disgusted expression.

“You shameless Omega,” he spat, his voice rising. “Always trying to manipulate me. Do you really think you could ever be Luna?”

His words cut deeper than any physical pain. He knew I loved him, but he didn’t care. To him, I was nothing more than a lowly Omega, unworthy of his status as Alpha.

Just as I was on the verge of passing out, he released me. I thought he was done, but his next words froze me to the core.

“Your scent is too strong,” he said coldly. “You’ll stay in the cells until it fades.”

Before I could plead, he grabbed me and threw me into the pack’s underground cells. The cold, damp air hit me as I landed amidst the shadows. The cells were dark and filled with the lingering scent of fear and despair. Though the Tran Pack’s cells weren’t designed to kill, the isolation and the humiliation were enough to break anyone.

It wasn’t until the day before the mark ceremony that Carmelo finally pulled me out. I was a mess—bruised, bloodied, and reeking of the cells. He sniffed the air, his expression one of satisfaction.

“Finally, the stench is gone,” he said. “The Tran Pack is proud. When Billie arrives, you’ll serve her. Remember your place.”

I nodded numbly, my body too battered to argue. “Yes, Alpha.”

For the first time in days, he smiled. He tossed a small vial of healing salve at my feet.

“Clean yourself up,” he said dismissively. “Billie’s delicate. I don’t want her seeing you like this.”

I forced a weak smile, gathering the salve and tending to my wounds. By the time I’d changed into clean clothes, Carmelo returned, leading a slender, graceful woman by his side. This had to be Billie Allen, his chosen Luna.

“Billie,” he said, gesturing to me, “this Omega will serve you. Whatever you need, she’ll handle it.”

I bowed deeply, keeping my eyes down. Billie wrinkled her nose, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Alpha,” she said softly, “why does she smell so strongly of the cells? And those bruises… was she punished?”

Carmelo didn’t respond, so I answered in a flat tone, “I disobeyed the Alpha. My punishment was deserved.”

Billie looked at Carmelo with a pout. “Alpha, she’s still a woman. You’re too harsh.”

Carmelo chuckled, his tone softening. “You’re right. From now on, I’ll leave such matters to my Luna.”

The two of them exchanged playful smiles, completely oblivious to my suffering. To them, my pain was nothing more than a trivial matter, a backdrop for their flirtation.

“You’re dismissed,” Carmelo said, waving me away.

As they walked off, arm in arm, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Billie’s scent was familiar. But I was certain I’d never met her before. It didn’t matter now. With Carmelo’s mark ceremony so close, there was no reason for me to stay. Leaving was my only option.

I slipped to the edge of the Tran Pack’s territory, planning my escape. On the day of the ceremony, the pack would be too busy celebrating to notice an Omega like me slipping away. But there was one problem—the bond Carmelo had forced on me. Even if I escaped, the pain of severing that bond would be unbearable. Still, I had no choice. The Tran Pack was no longer my home.

No matter how hard it would be, I had to leave. Perhaps back in the Gardner Pack, someone could help me break free of this curse.