Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

The whispers turned into more than just words.

Little things started happening. My training gear disappeared. My meals vanished before I could get to them. Someone spilled water on my papers during a meeting, offering a fake apology as the pack laughed behind me.

I tried to endure it, to stay strong, but the weight of it all was suffocating.

It all came to a head one night.

I returned to my room after another long day, my steps dragging with exhaustion. As I approached my door, I noticed it was slightly ajar.

My stomach sank.

Be careful, Asha warned, her tone sharp.

I pushed the door open and froze.

My belongings were scattered everywhere. My clothes were ripped, my books torn apart. The small mirror on my desk was shattered, shards of glass glinting in the faint moonlight.

But it was the word scrawled across the wall that sent a chill down my spine.

“UNWORTHY.”

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The pack meeting two days later was supposed to be routine, but the tension in the air told me otherwise.

I sat near the back of the hall, keeping my head down as the pack gathered. Liana stood at the front, radiant and poised, her golden hair gleaming under the chandeliers.

When she smiled, I knew something was coming.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” she said, her voice sweet and apologetic, “but I have something important to share.”

Darius, standing beside her, raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Liana turned to face the crowd, her expression carefully composed. “It’s come to my attention that one of our own has been... dishonest.”

Whispers rippled through the room as she continued.

“An heirloom belonging to my family has gone missing,” she said, placing a hand over her heart. “It’s a priceless piece, one that holds great sentimental value.”

“And I’m heartbroken to say that I believe Serena is responsible.”