Chapter 3 : The Rejection
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The bond didn’t fade.
That was the first thing Destiny realized.
She had hoped—briefly, foolishly—that once the initial shock wore off, the intensity would lessen. That whatever had surged through her in the hall would settle into something quieter, something manageable.
It didn’t.
If anything, it grew stronger.
It pulsed beneath her skin like a second heartbeat, steady and impossible to ignore. Every breath she took felt heavier, as though the air itself carried his presence.
Mate.
The word echoed in her mind, softer now—but no less powerful.
Destiny stood frozen at the edge of the hall long after the gathering resumed, her thoughts struggling to catch up with what her body already knew.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Not to her.
Not to an omega.
Mates were rare enough—but when they happened, they were… right. Balanced. Accepted.
Celebrated.
Not this.
Not the way Beta Adrian had looked at her.
Not the cold restraint in his voice.
Not the way he had chosen to ignore it.
A flicker of pain twisted in her chest, sharp and unwelcome.
She forced herself to move.
One step. Then another.
The world around her blurred into noise—voices, movement, shifting bodies—but none of it reached her fully. It all felt distant, muted beneath the overwhelming awareness of the bond pulling her forward.
Toward him.
Always toward him.
“Destiny.”
Her name.
Spoken low. Firm.
It stopped her instantly.
Her breath caught as she turned.
Beta Adrian stood a few steps away now, closer than he had been before. Too close.
Up close, his presence was suffocating.
Power rolled off him in waves, pressing against her instincts, demanding submission. Her wolf reacted immediately—uneasy, alert, but drawn to him all the same.
It was instinct.
It was unavoidable.
Destiny lowered her gaze automatically, her hands curling slightly at her sides.
“Yes… Beta?”
The title felt wrong now.
Everything felt wrong.
“Come with me.”
There was no room for refusal in his tone.
No softness.
No acknowledgment of what had just happened between them.
Just command.
Destiny hesitated—only for a second—before nodding. “Yes.”
She followed him.
Through the hall.
Past the watching eyes.
Past the whispers that had already begun to spread like wildfire.
She could feel them.
The curiosity.
The disbelief.
The judgment.
An omega… mated to the Beta?
Impossible.
Unacceptable.
The doors closed behind them with a heavy thud as they entered a private corridor. The noise of the gathering faded instantly, leaving behind a suffocating silence.
Destiny’s heart pounded in her chest.
He stopped walking.
So did she.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The bond stretched between them, alive and aching.
Waiting.
Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides, and she clenched them into fists to hide it.
Say something.
Anything.
But she didn’t know where to begin.
How did you speak when your entire life had just shifted in a single moment?
Beta Adrian turned slowly to face her.
Up close, there was no mistaking the tension in his expression now. His jaw was tight, his eyes sharp—focused, but not soft.
Not warm.
Not hers.
Destiny swallowed, forcing herself to meet his gaze despite every instinct telling her to look away.
The connection hit harder this time.
Deeper.
Her breath faltered.
“I…” Her voice came out quieter than she intended. She steadied it. “I felt it.”
Stupid.
Of course he had too.
His expression didn’t change.
“I know.”
Two words.
Flat.
Controlled.
Destiny’s chest tightened.
Silence stretched again, heavier this time.
“You’re my—”
“Don’t.”
The interruption was immediate.
Sharp.
Final.
The word cut through her sentence like a blade.
Destiny flinched.
The rest of her words died in her throat.
Something in her chest cracked—small, but unmistakable.
Beta Adrian exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair as if steadying himself. For a brief moment, something flickered in his expression.
Conflict.
But it vanished just as quickly as it came.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” he said.
Each word landed with precision.
With distance.
Destiny stared at him, her mind struggling to process what he was saying.
“Shouldn’t have…?” she repeated faintly.
His gaze hardened.
“You’re an omega.”
The words were simple.
But they carried weight.
Finality.
Expectation.
Destiny felt them like a physical blow.
“I didn’t choose this,” she said, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady it. “Neither of us did.”
A dangerous argument.
But she couldn’t stop now.
Not when the bond between them burned so brightly it felt impossible to deny.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“That doesn’t change reality.”
Reality.
The word echoed bitterly in her mind.
Reality was cold floors and endless work.
Reality was silence and invisibility.
Reality was knowing her place—and never stepping outside it.
But this—
This bond—
Was supposed to be different.
Wasn’t it?
A fragile hope rose in her chest, desperate and naive.
“You felt it too,” she said, softer now. “You can’t just ignore—”
“I can.”
The interruption came without hesitation.
Without doubt.
Without mercy.
The bond pulsed violently in response, as if reacting to his denial.
Destiny sucked in a sharp breath, her hand flying to her chest as the pain spiked.
This time—
It hurt.
Not the faint ache from before.
Not the confusion.
This was sharper.
Colder.
Her wolf whimpered weakly inside her, recoiling from something it didn’t understand.
Beta Adrian watched her, his expression unreadable.
But he didn’t move.
Didn’t step closer.
Didn’t reach for her.
And that… hurt more than the bond itself.
“You don’t understand what this means,” he continued, his voice quieter now—but no less firm. “If this gets out—if it’s acknowledged—”
“It already is,” she whispered.
Her eyes flickered toward the door.
Toward the pack.
“They felt it.”
He went still.
For a brief moment, something dangerous flickered in his gaze.
Then it hardened into resolve.
“All the more reason to end this now.”
End it.
The words echoed in her mind, heavy and suffocating.
Destiny’s breath caught.
A cold dread settled over her, creeping into her bones.
“No…” she said softly, shaking her head. “You don’t mean that.”
He held her gaze.
And for the first time—
There was no hesitation.
No conflict.
Only decision.
“I, Beta Adrian—”
The world seemed to stop.
The bond tightened—
Then trembled.
Destiny’s heart pounded violently, her entire body going rigid as instinct screamed at her to run, to stop him, to do something—
Anything.
But she couldn’t move.
Couldn’t breathe.
Could only listen.
“—reject you, Destiny Winters, as my mate.”
The words shattered through her.
Clean.
Precise.
Irreversible.
Pain exploded in her chest.
White-hot and blinding.
Destiny gasped, stumbling backward as the bond snapped violently, tearing through her with brutal force. It felt like something inside her had been ripped away—something vital, something irreplaceable.
Her knees hit the floor hard.
She barely felt it.
Her vision blurred as tears burned her eyes, her hands clutching at her chest as if she could hold herself together.
Her wolf cried out—a broken, fractured sound that echoed in the emptiness left behind.
“No…” she choked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
But it was already done.
The bond—
Gone.
Or what remained of it felt… hollow.
Distant.
Damaged.
Destiny’s breathing came in uneven gasps as the pain slowly dulled, leaving behind a cold, aching emptiness.
Silence filled the corridor.
Heavy.
Unforgiving.
She forced her head up.
Beta Adrian stood exactly where he had been.
Unmoved.
Unaffected.
As if he hadn’t just destroyed something sacred.
Something meant to be unbreakable.
Their eyes met.
And in that moment, Destiny understood something with devastating clarity.
She had never stood a chance.
Not against his pride.
Not against the pack.
Not against a world that had already decided what she was worth.
Nothing.
He turned away first.
“Compose yourself,” he said coldly. “And return to your duties.”
No apology.
No regret.
Just dismissal.
Footsteps echoed as he walked away, leaving her alone on the cold floor.
Broken.
Rejected.
Again.
Destiny’s fingers curled weakly against the ground as the last of the pain settled into something quieter—but far more dangerous.
Something deeper.
Because this time…
It wasn’t just her heart that had been shattered.
It was something far worse.
And as the silence closed in around her, one thought burned through the emptiness he left behind—
This was not the end.
It was only the beginning.
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