Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

The next morning, I woke up in my small room in the Silver Moon Pack's Omega quarters. The faint scent of Cassius still lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of the mate bond that once tied us together. As soon as I sat up, his voice cut through the silence, sharp and devoid of the concern he’d shown the night before.

"You fainted in the rain again yesterday. You really need to take better care of yourself, Kya. Low blood sugar isn’t something to ignore."

I met his gaze with a steady voice, my tone colder than the frost that clung to the windows. "Aren’t you and Lana preparing for the marking ceremony? I could be your witness, if you’d like."

Cassius’s eyes widened, and he forced a sheepish grin, his Beta aura flickering with unease. "What are you talking about? If you were the witness, who would be the one being marked?"

I stared into his eyes, searching for any trace of the mate bond we once shared, but all I found was anxiety—and something darker. Before he could stammer out another excuse, the doorbell chimed, its echo cutting through the tension.

It was Lana. She stood at the threshold, a bouquet of roses clutched in her hands, her voice delicate but tinged with a whine. "Cassius, I wanted to buy flowers to apologize to Kya, but I pricked myself on the thorns. What should I do?"

Cassius, who had just been impatient with me, instantly shifted his tone, his voice soft and dripping with concern. "How did you manage that? Wait here, I’ll get the first-aid kit."

"But what about the flowers for Kya..." Lana’s voice trailed off, her eyes flickering to me with a feigned innocence.

I covered my nose with my hand, my expression cool and unyielding. "I’m allergic to roses. I can’t be near them."

Cassius’s face twisted, his Beta aura flaring in irritation. "Kya, I can’t believe you’d be so harsh. Lana didn’t know about your allergy. Why the cold tone? Would smelling them really be that dangerous?"

Before I could respond, he scooped Lana into his arms, her roses falling to the floor as he stormed out of the room. "Forget about her, let’s get to the healer’s quarters!"

The door slammed shut behind them, leaving me alone in the silence. The faint aroma of spaghetti and meatballs—Lana’s favorite—still lingered in the air, a bitter contrast to the cold breakfast Cassius had left untouched on the side table.

I glanced at the bowl, its contents congealed and unappetizing, and a sharp pain stabbed at my chest. At that moment, whatever remnants of the mate bond I’d clung to shattered completely. My wolf stirred in the back of my mind, a low growl of anger and betrayal.

"He’s not worth it," she murmured, her voice a quiet echo in my thoughts.

I nodded to myself, my resolve hardening. Cassius had made his choice, and I would make mine. The Silver Moon Pack had no place for me anymore. It was time to leave—to find a new pack, a new life, and maybe, just maybe, a future where I wasn’t just an Omega with a broken bond.