Rejected Mate's Scarlet Redemption

The streets were cold, but I couldn’t bring myself to go back to the Silver Fang Pack estate. The memories of how I had tried to please Alpha Boston Cruz tormented me, replaying in my mind like a broken record.

When Alpha Boston first demanded I pose as his nude model, I refused. But he persisted, manipulating and degrading me. "Do you realize posing for me is a privilege?" he’d sneer, his alpha tone sharp and cutting. "With your plain, unremarkable figure, who’d ever find you worthy of attention?" Under his relentless psychological control, I gradually lost all sense of self-worth and eventually gave in to his demands.

Each time, he would force me into degrading poses, claiming it was for the sake of art, scolding me for being too naive to understand the "sacrifice" required. But now, I saw through his lies. This wasn’t about art—it was about power, control, and humiliation.

I didn’t want to return, but Alpha Boston called, his voice cold and commanding. "Selena, if you don’t come back, I’ll destroy that watch you cherish so much." My heart clenched. That watch, a gift from my parents for my 18th birthday, was the only thing I had left from my family. I couldn’t lose it.

When I stepped into the estate, the air was thick with an overpowering scent of disinfectant and something sickly sweet. The floor was littered with damp white stains, and the trash bin overflowed with empty condom wrappers. Alpha Boston stood in the middle of the chaos, disheveled, his collar smeared with lipstick, his face flushed. He approached me with a smirk—the first time he’d smiled at me since our marking ceremony. It made my skin crawl.

"I’m tired, Alpha. I need to rest," I said quickly, trying to escape, but he grabbed my arm with a bruising grip.

“Selena, I’ve had a burst of inspiration. How about I paint a portrait of you?” His voice was smooth, but his eyes were cold.

“No, thank you,” I said, trying to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. He stripped me bare and locked me inside a transparent glass chamber. The harsh lights blinded me, and for a moment, I was too stunned to react.

When my vision cleared, I saw a group of sleazy "artists" staring at me like I was some kind of specimen. Their leering smiles made my stomach churn.

"She’s the muse for today’s masterpiece! What a sight!" one of them sneered.

Panicked, I crouched down, trying to shield myself with my hands.

"Oh, look at her, pretending to be shy! What a performance!" another jeered.

"Exactly, with all those suggestive poses in the paintings, what’s with the innocent act now? But I must admit, I enjoy this little game!" Their laughter echoed in my ears, making me feel dizzy.

I stared at Alpha Boston, desperately hoping for some shred of decency in him. But his face was filled with pride and pleasure, his gaze full of contempt—for me—and hunger for profit. He looked at me like I was nothing more than a tool.

The laughter grew louder, their stares sharper. I curled into myself, wishing I could disappear. I searched for some refuge in the bare chamber, but there was nothing but the glaring lights.

The studio door swung open, and Beta Clare Jenkins walked in. She looked down at me, her expression full of scorn. “A tainted Omega stripped bare for all to see—disgusting,” she mouthed exaggeratedly, holding her nose in mockery.

Alpha Boston’s demeanor changed instantly. He gazed at Beta Clare with such tenderness it was almost sickening. He reached out to embrace her, but she stepped aside with a look of disdain.

“Beta Clare, I’ve sanitized myself thoroughly with alcohol spray,” he said quickly, his tone almost pleading. “If you’re concerned, I’ll spray myself again in front of you!”

He pulled a small bottle from his pocket and doused himself with sanitizer, then spritzed on cologne as if I carried some foul stench. Once he was done, he eagerly pulled Beta Clare into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately as if I weren’t even there.

“Selena is just Alpha Boston’s lapdog. He never gives her a second thought,” someone snickered.

“Exactly, all for nothing in the end,” another added.

"Well, this is her payback. She insisted on breaking up the perfect pair of Alpha Boston and Beta Clare. Now she’s getting what she deserves. But I must say, her body is quite a sight!”

Humiliation, accusations, mockery—their vile words engulfed me, drowning me in shame. Alpha Boston and Beta Clare, locked in their embrace, left the studio, leaving a trail of clothes behind them. Beta Clare’s cries echoed from the hallway, loud enough to shake the walls.

It was almost laughable to think that the mate bond I had fought so hard to protect had led me to this.

I lost track of time before people finally trickled out of the studio. A few lingered, taking one last look at me, some even raised their phones to capture a shot, only to be stopped by Gage Allen, a Delta in the pack.

“Rogue Gray, recording this would cost extra,” Gage said with a knowing smirk.

The rogue grinned, “Trust Alpha Boston to know how to make a buck!”

I sat there, numb, the earlier events replaying in my mind.

“Put this on,” Alpha Boston tossed a coat onto my face.

Slowly, I took the coat and draped it over my frozen limbs. My prolonged exposure had left my body numb and unresponsive.

“You truly are shameless, being exposed for so long without a care,” he sneered at me.

“Everyone’s gone. No one’s watching anyway,” he continued, his gaze filled with contempt.

I had nothing more to say to him and rose to leave, but his voice stopped me.

“Why are your parents coming over these days?” he demanded.

“I don’t know, Alpha. Maybe they miss me.” I didn’t want to reveal the truth, so I deflected casually.

“Miss you?” He laughed, “They cast you out like a stray, haven’t cared for three years, and now they suddenly miss you? Ridiculous.”

I wanted to contradict him, tell him that Alpha Palmer and Luna Aria had been quietly depositing money into my account and sending me homemade treats over the years, but the words stuck in my throat. It wasn’t worth saying anything more.

“Alpha, Rogue Gray is willing to pay another half a million for all the footage from earlier!” Gage rushed in excitedly.

Turning my head, I noticed for the first time the array of cameras surrounding me, all positioned for the perfect shot.

It was then I realized today’s private event was just the beginning. Alpha Boston’s ambitions to exploit me went far beyond what I had imagined.

“Silence! Watch your words!” Alpha Boston snapped, cutting Gage off before he could say more.