Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Supreme King

I lived in the basement of the man who promised to protect me. Kason Oneal, the Alpha, treated me like a servant while he doted on Dalia, his so-called "Fated Mate."

I went to his office one last time and knocked over his private journal. The entry from two weeks ago caught my eye.

He wrote that his wolf actually pulled toward me, not Dalia. He knew we were mates.

But he chose Dalia for her family's money.

He called me a "substitute"—a placeholder to keep his wolf calm until he could bond with her. He planned to keep me hidden in the dark forever, just to use my scent.

My heart shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was being used. The man I adored saw me as nothing more than a biological pacifier.

I didn't leave a note. I packed my bag and walked out the door.

Kason thought I was a broken Omega he could control. He didn't know I was on my way to New York to marry Hadley Payne, the Supreme Alpha.

And when I returned, I wouldn't be a servant. I would be his Queen.

Chapter 1

Isabela POV:

"I'll do it, Dad. I'll marry the Alpha of the Payne Pack."

My voice didn't tremble, though my hand gripping the encrypted phone was white-knuckled. I stood in the shadows of the pack library, the smell of old paper and dust providing a temporary shield against the overwhelming scent of pine and musk that permeated the Oneal Pack House.

"Isabela," my father's voice crackled through the line, heavy with static and regret. He had been the Beta once, before he was cast out, leaving me behind as a political hostage. "You don't have to do this. The rumors about Hadley Payne... they say he is ruthless. A monster in battle."

"I am an Omega here, Dad. A servant," I whispered, glancing at the heavy oak door. "Being the wife of a monster is better than being the doormat for a liar."

I hung up before he could argue. My wolf, a small, battered spirit deep within my chest, whined in agreement. She was tired. We were both tired.

Ten years ago, when my mother died, I was brought here. I was the orphan, the charity case. But for a long time, I had Kason Oneal.

I closed my eyes, the memory hitting me like a physical blow. I was twelve, stuck in a mud pit during a training run, the other pups laughing. Kason, the future Alpha, had jumped in. He ruined his pristine white shirt to wipe the mud from my face.

"I will protect this little wolf," he had promised.

For years, his scent-fresh rain and cedar-was my safe harbor. When he looked at me, I felt a pull, a tether that suggested we were meant to be more. We hadn't turned eighteen yet, hadn't shifted, but the bond was forming. My wolf knew it. His wolf knew it.

Then Dalia Keith returned.

She came back three months ago, smelling of expensive perfume and something else-something synthetic that tickled the back of my nose. But Kason didn't smell the synthetic note. He only smelled what he wanted to smell. He claimed she was his Fated Mate.

The door to the library slammed open.

I jumped, dropping the phone into my pocket. Kason stood there. He was tall, his shoulders broad, radiating the sheer power of an Alpha in his prime. But his eyes, usually warm when they found me, were now cold shards of ice.

"Give it to me," he demanded.

"Give you what, Alpha Kason?" I asked, lowering my head. In our world, eye contact from an Omega to an Alpha could be seen as a challenge.

"The Moonstone pendant," he snapped, stepping closer. The air around him grew heavy, the pressure of his aura making it hard to breathe. "The one my mother gave you. It carries the blessing of the Pack Luna. It belongs to Dalia now."

My hand flew to my throat. I clutched the cool, smooth stone. "But... your mother gave this to me on her deathbed. She said it was for the girl who held your heart."

"And that girl is Dalia," Kason said, his voice devoid of mercy. "You are just a charity case, Isabela. You confused my pity for affection. Hand it over. Now."

My fingers trembled as I undid the clasp. It felt like I was unhooking a piece of my soul. As the stone dropped into his outstretched palm, I felt a snap. A subtle, spiritual severance. The protection of the pack, the feeling of belonging, vanished.

"Also," Kason said, pocketing the necklace without a second glance. "Dalia feels uncomfortable with you living on the second floor. Her wolf feels threatened by your... hovering."

"Hovering?" I choked out. "I clean the floors, Kason. I cook the meals."

"Use your Alpha's title," he growled.

"Alpha Kason," I corrected, the taste of ash in my mouth.

"You will move to the basement. The old storage room. It fits your rank."

He turned to leave, but stopped at the door. He didn't look back. "And stay out of sight. The Werewolf Weekly is coming for an interview tomorrow. I don't want them seeing a scrawny Omega and thinking the Oneal Pack is weak."

He walked away.

I sank to the floor. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a notification from the pack's social media group.

Dalia had posted a photo. It was her, wearing my Moonstone pendant, leaning against Kason's chest. Kason looked at her with a adoration that burned me to the core.

But it was the Mind-Link that broke me. Because Kason hadn't blocked me yet, I could feel a ghost of his emotions.

She is perfect, his wolf projected. Finally, a mate worthy of my status.

My wolf let out a howl of pure agony inside my head. It wasn't just rejection; it was erasure. He was rewriting our history to fit his new narrative.

I looked at the photo, then at the dusty library walls.

"I accept," I whispered to the empty room, answering the question my father had asked. "I will marry Hadley Payne. I will go to New York."

Because anywhere was better than sleeping in the basement of the man who promised to protect me, only to feed me to the wolves.