THE HYBRID ALPHA REJECTED ME

The air in the Bloodfang’s pack was lively and the scent of roses and incense hung thick on it. The golden colour used to decorate the hall shimmered under the full moon, casting golden colours inside the hall. Kaelia stood at the altar across from her childhood sweetheart, Rowan, the Beta’s son. He was everything she wasn't; brave, outspoken and had a beautiful massive wolf, the whole pack admired and the only person who truly understood her. Kaelia’s heart pounded in her chest, a steady rhythm of hope and excitement of a happily ever after. Today was specifically for them, her dress flowed like liquid moonlight, her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the delicate lace around her wrist. Everything felt like a fate already written by the moon goddess. But just when the vows were about to begin, A figure stepped forward, Lilith. “I have something to say.” “Rowan is my mate!” she blurted Sister,” Kaelia called, but Lilith ignored her. “What do you mean?” Alpha Draven, their father asked. “Yes father, he marked me,” she said, shifting her clothes a bit to show the mark. The crowd gasped when they saw the moon mark symbol on her neck. “Rowan, what is this supposed to mean?” Alpha Draven growled. “Rowan, what is going on?” Kaelia asked, her voice breaking, fear creeping into her heart. “You won't understand, sister.” “After all, you don't have a wolf.” Lilith muttered, but the crowd heard her. As they stared at them, their eyes boring into Kaelia’s soul, belittling her. “Watch your tone, Lilith.” “She is still your older sister.” Draven roared. “Father, I'm just being honest.” “I will let her have him, if he rejects me now,” Lilith spat. Murmurs erupted from the crowd as their curious eyes shifted towards Rowan. “Rowan, what do you have to say?” Draven thundered. Rowan swallowed, his gaze landing on Kaelia, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness. “I, Rowan Dubit, chose Lilith Modred as my mate and partner, till death put us apart.” He said, his voice loud and echoing. The hall went silent, all eyes shifting back to Kaelia, laced with pity and mockery. “Row..an,” Kaelia whispered, stuttering as tears filled her eyes. Rowan didn't spare her a glance as he towards Lilith, taking her hand and leading her to the altar. The crowd whispered, and the elders exchanged worried glances. Kaelia’s chest tightened, the hall tilting before her, as she watched the boy she had loved and trusted since childhood, turning his back on her in front of everyone on a day that was meant to be theirs. She turned to glance at her sister but stilled when she saw her smile, a smile that cut her soul into half whispering into her ears, “ You don't deserve to be loved.” Before she could speak or let the tears fall, her father dropped a bombshell. “Lilith will take Kaelia's place in the altar and Kaelia will take Lilith's place, in the Nightfang's pack. “Father,” Kaelia called, walking towards him. “She doesn't have a wolf,” Seraphina, her mother uttered, turning to Draven. “We don't have a choice, I have promised to give out one of my daughters.” Draven groaned. “But, Kaelia is….” “It has been decided, woman.” “You and your daughter have no say in this.” Draven thundered. Kaelia paused in her step when he heard him say that. “I won't let you decide my fate anymore, father.” she yelled, splinting to the door. But she tripped on the floor, inches away from the door falling on her face. “Your fate has already been decided,” “Guards, take her to the carriage and send her off.” Draven ordered. And as she was dragged away, she turned to glance at her family and pack once more. Her sister had a huge smile plastered on her face as she held onto Rowan's arm. Her eyes met Rowan's, the warmth in it had vanished as he stared at her with disgust. Her gaze shifted to her father, his eyes held no remorse. And the crowd, they looked at her with disgust, jeering her mockery amongst themselves. The only person who looked at her with warmth was her mother, but she looked away refusing to watch her mother cry. And as the big iron gate banged shut before her, the celebration inside continued. Humiliation, betrayal and rage brewed in her heart, aching her painfully. She was shoved inside a room, and her white dress was stripped off and replaced with a black gown,.before she was bundled into a carriage, speeding away from the place she had once called home. Through the window, she glimpsed the familiar trees, where she had sat with Rowan, tears crowded her eyes but she forced them back refusing to cry because she knew it won't mend her gaping heart. — After hours of a bumpy ride, they arrived at the Deathhowl's pack by the c***k of dawn. Kaelia stepped out of the carriage, as two scarred men approached them. They talked with the elder that came with her for sometime before turning to her. “Remember, you are representing your pack.” The elder said, before the carriage sped off again, leaving her to her fate. The scarred men didn't say anything to her, as they grabbed her dragging her inside the throne room. Kaelia didn't struggle but her body trembled greatly aganist their firm hands, rumor has it that her pack had betrayed his, resulting in the killing of his father and brother. She knew that if the rumor was true, she was no better off dead, because a wolfless girl like her, had no life with him. But as they approached the throne room, an intoxicating scent hit her, it smelt like incense mixed with clove and drenched in blood. “What's that smell?” She couldn't stop herself from asking, but silence met her question. They stopped in front of a huge black oak door and knocked. “Enter.” A deep voice growled, sending shivers down Kaelia's spine. The door creaked open and she was thrown into the room. The scent intensified, almost choking her and then she lifted her gaze. And for the first time, she felt something stir inside her whispering a word, quietly at first, then… “Mate,” the word tore out from her throat before she knew it, her eyes fixed on the figure on the throne.