Chapter 4: After the break
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The pain didn’t disappear.
It changed.
That was worse.
Destiny Winters lay on the cold floor long after Beta Adrian’s footsteps had faded into nothing. At some point, the sharp, tearing agony in her chest dulled—no longer blinding, no longer suffocating.
But in its place…
Something hollow settled in.
A quiet, echoing emptiness that stretched too wide, too deep.
As if something had been carved out of her—and nothing had been put back.
Her fingers trembled against the polished floor, nails scraping faintly as she tried to ground herself in something real. Her breathing came unevenly, each inhale catching, each exhale shaky and incomplete.
Her wolf was silent.
Not calm.
Not resting.
Silent.
And that silence terrified her more than the pain ever could.
Slowly, painfully, Destiny pushed herself upright. The world tilted for a moment, her vision swimming before it steadied. Her legs felt weak beneath her, as if they no longer trusted her to stand.
But she forced them to.
Because no one was coming.
No one ever did.
The corridor stretched before her—empty, unchanged, indifferent to what had just happened within it.
She swallowed hard, her throat raw, and lifted a trembling hand to her chest.
Nothing.
No warmth.
No pull.
No bond.
Only that hollow ache.
It was real.
He had rejected her.
The thought settled heavily in her mind, no longer shocking—just… final.
Destiny straightened slowly, forcing her shoulders back despite the weight pressing down on them. Her body wanted to curl in on itself, to hide, to disappear entirely.
But she couldn’t.
Not here.
Not where anyone could see.
She took a step forward.
Then another.
Each movement felt deliberate, mechanical—like she was controlling a body that no longer fully belonged to her.
By the time she reached the main hall doors, the noise from inside had returned to full force.
Voices. Laughter. Movement.
Life.
As if nothing had happened.
As if she hadn’t just been shattered a few feet away.
Destiny hesitated.
Her hand hovered near the door, her breath catching again as a wave of dread washed over her.
They’ll know.
Of course they would.
Wolves always sensed rejection.
And this one—
This one had been strong.
Public enough.
Humiliating enough.
Her fingers curled slightly.
For a brief moment, she considered turning away.
Going somewhere—anywhere—else.
But there was nowhere to go.
There never had been.
So she pushed the door open.
The noise hit her immediately.
But this time—
It shifted.
Subtly.
Conversations faltered.
Eyes turned.
And then—
The whispers began.
Destiny felt them before she fully registered the words.
“She’s the one…”
“An omega?”
“Rejected already?”
A quiet laugh.
Disbelief.
Mockery.
Each word slipped through the air like a blade, cutting deeper than the last.
She kept her gaze lowered, her steps steady despite the way her chest tightened with every passing second.
Invisible.
Be invisible.
It had always worked before.
But not now.
Now they saw her.
And they didn’t look away.
Her ears burned as she moved along the edge of the room, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. The weight of their attention pressed down on her, heavier than any punishment she had endured before.
Because this—
This was worse.
This was exposure.
A reminder of exactly where she stood.
Or rather…
How far beneath everyone else she was.
“Destiny.”
The voice stopped her instantly.
She didn’t want to turn.
But she had to.
Slowly, she lifted her head.
The she-wolf standing a few feet away wore a faint, knowing smile—sharp and thin, her eyes glinting with something cruel.
Lena.
One of the higher-ranking females.
Beautiful. Respected. Untouchable.
Everything Destiny wasn’t.
“I didn’t think it was true,” Lena continued, her voice just loud enough to carry to those nearby. “But I suppose even the impossible can happen.”
A few soft chuckles followed.
Destiny said nothing.
She couldn’t.
Her throat felt too tight, her voice too fragile.
Lena took a step closer, tilting her head slightly as she studied her.
“Tell me,” she went on, her tone laced with false curiosity, “what did you think would happen?”
The question hung in the air.
Heavy.
Deliberate.
Destiny’s fingers curled tighter.
“I didn’t—”
“Oh, come on,” Lena cut in lightly. “You must have imagined something. A different life, perhaps?”
More laughter.
“An omega becoming something more?” she added, her smile widening just slightly. “It’s almost amusing.”
The words landed exactly where they were meant to.
Destiny felt them settle deep, pressing against the already fractured pieces inside her.
But she didn’t break.
Not here.
Not in front of them.
“I didn’t choose it,” she said quietly.
It was the truth.
The only truth she had left.
Lena’s smile faltered—just for a second.
Then it sharpened.
“Of course not,” she replied smoothly. “And yet… he still rejected you.”
Silence followed.
Louder than any words.
Destiny forced herself to hold her gaze for a moment longer—just long enough to prove she wasn’t completely broken.
Then she lowered it again.
“I have work to do,” she said.
Her voice was steadier now.
Not strong.
But not shattered either.
Lena stepped aside, still watching her.
“Of course you do,” she said softly. “That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”
Destiny didn’t respond.
She couldn’t.
Because if she did—
She wasn’t sure she would stop.
So she walked.
Past them.
Past the whispers.
Past the eyes that followed her every step.
Each one felt heavier than the last.
But she didn’t slow down.
Didn’t falter.
Not until she reached the corridor again.
Only then did she allow her pace to quicken.
Her breathing grew uneven as she turned down a quieter hallway, her vision blurring slightly as the pressure she had been holding back finally began to crack.
She stopped.
Pressed her hand against the wall.
And closed her eyes.
For a moment—
Just a moment—
Everything slipped.
The strength.
The control.
The careful balance she had built just to survive.
A tear slid down her cheek.
Then another.
Her shoulders trembled, her breath catching as the weight of it all crashed over her again.
Rejected.
Humiliated.
Alone.
The words echoed endlessly in her mind.
But beneath them—
Something else stirred.
Faint.
Fragile.
Different.
Not hope.
Not yet.
But something close to it.
Or perhaps…
Something darker.
Destiny wiped her face quickly, her expression hardening as she forced herself to straighten.
This pain—
This humiliation—
It would not be the end of her.
She wouldn’t let it.
Her fingers curled at her sides, not in weakness this time—but in quiet resolve.
Because somewhere deep inside that hollow space…
Something had survived.
Something that refused to break completely.
And as she stepped away from the wall and continued down the corridor, one thought settled firmly in her mind—
They would not always see her like this.
Not invisible.
Not weak.
Not nothing.
One day…
They would see her.
And when they did—
They would regret it.
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