The Alpha King's Rejected Mate

Wiping away her tears, I responded, "No, Mom, it wasn't your fault. It was mine. If I hadn't insisted on going to the theater, none of this would have happened. I'm so sorry, Mom. It's all my fault." The weight of the terrible memories that took my parents away from me overwhelmed me, and loud sobs escaped from deep within.

"Hush now, don't blame yourself, dear. Everything happens for a reason. You were just a child, but we were the adults. We should have been more careful," she comforted, tracing soothing circles on my back. It always worked—whenever I was upset or sad, she would hold me in her arms, whispering sweet words and stroking my back, instantly calming me.

Yet, a nagging feeling told me that something was amiss. As I tried to pinpoint it, realization dawned upon me—I couldn't see my dad.

"Mom, where's Dad?" I asked anxiously.

"He's right behind you, dear," she cheerfully replied. My mother always had a radiant smile, no matter how much trouble we faced. She would assure us that everything would be okay, and seeing her smile would make half of my worries disappear. My dad loved that quality of her.

Without hesitation, I swiftly turned around and found my dad looking at me with a smile on his face. He was not a man who readily displayed his emotions; he was rather reserved in that regard. However, it didn't mean that he didn't love us. He was the best father one could ever have. He was a man of few words, but beneath his stoic exterior, he was the most sentimental man.

Dressed in a shirt and jeans, he looked as handsome as ever. At the sight of him, I released my grip on my mother and lunged into a tight bear hug with my dad.

"Dad, Dad, I missed you," I whimpered, feeling a rush of emotions overwhelmed me once again.

"No, baby girl, don't be upset. Look here," my dad said, gently holding my chin. I gazed up at him, into his beautiful silver eyes, the same eyes I inherited from him, although mine lacked the vibrancy and life he possessed.

"You're my brave little girl, aren't you?" I nodded.

"Then, Papa's girl doesn't cry," he said, using the endearing term I had missed so much.

"No," I replied, mustering a smile that reached my eyes. After all these years, I was genuinely smiling again.

My mom joined my dad, radiating her motherly affection through her eyes.

As I glanced around, my smile faded, and I knew it was time to ask the question I had been dreading since their appearance. "Am I going to live with you here? I absolutely love this place, and most importantly, you'll be here with me."

My mom's smile vanished at my question, and she exchanged a sorrowful glance with my dad before responding, "We're sorry, dear, but your life isn't over yet. You have so much to do, so much to see, so much to accomplish, and you have to find your true love too—your mate." She ended with an excited squeal, resembling a little girl.

My heart fluttered at the mention of my mate. However, I doubted she realized that, after my parents' death, I had become nothing more than an omega, a punching bag, a nobody. My mate would never accept me.

"No, Mom, no one wants a mate like me. I'm certain he will reject me," I whispered, my voice cracking towards the end.

My mom suddenly embraced me, holding me tightly. "How can you be so sure about him? You've never met him before. Don't judge him before you know him. Don't you know that mates can't live without each other? Even though you're an omega, he will accept you," she reassured me, her voice filled with confidence, attempting to instill hope within me.

"Don't say that, baby girl. One day, you will find your true love, your mate. He will cherish you, protect you, and you will be very happy with him," my dad said, smiling warmly.

"As you say, Dad," I replied, not wanting to burden them with my worries. I wanted to fully embrace this moment with them.

"Dear, you should go now. You've been unconscious for five days, and besides, today is your birthday," my mom said, her voice filled with joy as she mentioned in the last part.

Wait, what? I've been unconscious for five days? Oh no, that means extra work. Why do I have such a lazy pack? They can't handle their own tasks. And wait a second, did she say birthday?

"Oh my, I'm going to be 18! That means I'll find my mate," I groaned at the end, but my parents simply nodded happily. (Sigh)

What if he rejects me? The thought crept into my mind, and I found myself sinking into worries about my future mate.

"Camila Wilson, don't you dare say such things about our mate. How many times do I have to tell you that mates are our other half? We can't live without each other. He will not reject us," my wolf growled, leaving no room for argument. Sometimes, I resented her strong-willed nature.

"Ellinor is right, dear. Stop worrying and enjoy it," my mom reassured me with her soothing voice.

"Yeah, after I find him, I don't think I'll be able to smile again," I muttered to myself, hoping they wouldn't hear.

"Happy birthday, and remember, we both love you, baby girl," my father said, pulling me into a hug.

"Will I see you both again?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes.

My mom embraced me tightly and whispered, "We are always there with you, dear." She pulled back slightly, allowing herself to see my face, and placed a hand over my heart. "Here." A genuine smile graced my features.

Everything started to fade into darkness. The last words I heard before succumbing completely to the darkness were my parents telling me, "We love you, Issa."

Only my parents would call me by that name, and I allowed myself to be consumed by the comforting embrace of darkness.