The Alpha’s Rejected Breeder

02

MYRA

Alpha Ralph was my mate.

The revelation was as shocking as it was unbelievable. The man who never spared me a single glance, who didn’t care about my existence, was destined to be bound to me for eternity. It was a cruel twist of fate, a dream I never wanted to wake up from, for it seemed impossible that someone like him could be connected to someone like me.

I clutched my chest as my heart raced and my whole being became enveloped with the strong feeling of the connection I now shared with this Alpha.

My gaze lingered on his sharp features, illuminated by the spotlight. His chiseled jawline, accentuated by a hint of stubble, exuded masculinity that could turn any girl’s head. Thick, raven-black hair framed his face, falling in an effortlessly tousled manner that only added to his allure.

And those eyes, piercing and intense, held a cool detachment that sent shivers down Myra’s spine. Their striking blue hue stood out against the backdrop of the dimly lit stage, shimmering with a depth that hinted at untold secrets. They seemed to hold a world of their own, one that remained elusive to those who dared to venture too close.

Those eyes, cold and distant, surveyed the crowd with a detached indifference, as if he had no interest in anyone around him.

Every girl in the room would agree that he was a heartthrob, an object of desire. But for me, it was bittersweet knowledge. I knew how much he despised me, even if he didn’t openly show it. It was evident in his every action and even in the way he allowed Octavia, to punish me without a second thought.

I couldn’t help but wonder why the Fates had chosen such a complicated path for us. How could I reconcile the conflicting emotions inside me? The surge of attraction I felt for him, despite the pain he caused me, left me feeling torn.

As the music swelled around us, I continued to gaze at him, captivated by his presence. In that moment, everything else faded away—the music, the crowd, even the pain. It was just him and me, two souls destined to be entwined.

But for now, as I watched him, my mate, from a distance, I couldn’t help but indulge in a fleeting fantasy—a dream where he looked at me with warmth in his eyes, where he fought for me, where he cared.

I scoffed. There was no way something as wonderful as that would happen to me.

Maybe it was better to resign myself to a life without him, to relinquish the dream that had flickered within my heart.

But as I kept my gaze fixed on Alpha Ralph, the man who had shown no interest in me, who had been so distant and cold. He turned his gaze towards my side of the crowd. And in that instant, his lips curved into a smile—a smile that sent shockwaves through my entire being.

My heart throbbed within my chest, and my wolf, the essence of my being, grew weak in his presence. It was as if the mere sight of his smile held the power to melt away all my doubts and fears. In that moment, I knew I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t let our connection fade into oblivion.

In that moment, I immediately decided.

I made a silent promise to myself, right there and then, that I would do whatever it took to make him fall in love with me. The life growing within my belly, our child, deserved to know a father’s love. They deserved a chance at happiness, even if it meant traversing a treacherous path to win over Alpha Ralph’s heart.

As I immersed myself in thoughts of determination and hope, a sudden jolt ripped me from my reverie. A hand, cold and relentless, clamped down on the back of my neck, squeezing tightly.

Octavia.

Her fingers wrapped around my neck, her grip tightened with a vise-like force, cutting off my breath. It felt as if invisible claws were digging into my flesh, choking me, leaving me gasping for precious air. The pain radiated through every fiber of my being, intensifying with each passing second.

To the oblivious crowd surrounding us, Octavia’s actions went unnoticed. She wore a mask of indifference, her features devoid of any flicker of concern or recognition. Her face remained stone-cold, as if her grip around my neck was merely a casual touch, an insignificant gesture in the midst of the lively atmosphere

I couldn’t help but be struck by the sheer audacity with which Octavia played her part. It was as if she reveled in the power she wielded over me, relishing in the torment she could inflict without batting an eye.

Her voice, filled with venomous authority, pierced through the chaos of the concert hall. “Come with me, Myra,” she hissed, her tone dripping with malice.

I struggled against her grip, desperately attempting to free myself, but her strength was overwhelming. Each gasp of air was accompanied by violent coughs, as if the very act of breathing had become a torturous endeavor. The pain was excruciating, and I felt myself being forcibly dragged away from the crowd, to a secluded spot away from prying eyes.

As we reached the relative privacy, Octavia released her grip slightly, though her presence still loomed over me like a dark cloud. Her eyes bore into mine, seething with a mixture of anger and curiosity. “What were you thinking, Myra?” she spat, her voice laced with disdain. “Why were you staring at the alpha like that?”

I knew I had to tread carefully, to conceal the truth of our connection and the hope that had sparked within me. With a tremor in my voice, I stammered, “It was nothing, Octavia. Just lost in my thoughts.”

A cruel smile danced on Octavia’s lips as she leaned in closer, her tone low and threatening. “Remember why you’re here, Myra,” she hissed. “You’re nothing more than a breeder for the alpha. An omega who will produce a child for him and his wife. Don’t you dare forget your place.”

Her words struck me like a sledgehammer to the chest, crushing the flicker of hope that had begun to grow within me. The reminder of my role, left me feeling small and insignificant. But deep within me, hope still shone.

I couldn’t help but hold onto the newfound knowledge that Alpha Ralph was my mate. Perhaps, just perhaps, our connection could change everything. The bond we shared, the life growing within me, held the potential to make him consider me, even if it was just an ounce of recognition.

“Know your place,” Octavia hissed, drawing me away from my thoughts. “I do not want to see you staring at the alpha, because he is mine. Do you understand?”

I frowned, nodding slowly. My hand instinctively went to massage the tender area of my neck, hoping to ease the ache that still lingered. Octavia, seemingly satisfied with her display of dominance, stormed away, leaving me behind to gather the fragments of my composure.

I took a deep breath, attempting to steady myself, as I made the decision to retreat to my room. The thought of enduring the ceremony again, with its forced smiles and masked emotions, felt overwhelming. I needed a moment of solitude, to collect my thoughts and find strength within myself.

As I turned to leave, my eyes caught sight of an old woman standing at a distance, her gaze fixed upon me. There was something eerily familiar about her, yet I couldn’t place where I had seen her before.

Her face bore the marks of a life well-lived. Deep lines etched across her forehead and around her eyes, revealing a journey filled with both joy and sorrow. Her eyes, though clouded with the passage of time, held a glimmer of knowing, as if she had witnessed the ebb and flow of countless lives.

Wisps of silver-gray hair framed her face, gently swaying as if dancing to an ethereal melody. They cascaded around her shoulders in soft waves, a testament to the grace that lingered within her despite the march of years. Though her steps were slow and deliberate, there was an air of quiet strength about her, an aura that commanded respect.

She wore garments that spoke of tradition and history, each fabric adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. The layers of her attire flowed gracefully, embodying a timeless elegance that transcended fleeting trends. Her hands, weathered and lined, held a story of a lifetime, a narrative of resilience and endurance.

Nevertheless, I paid her no mind, assuming her presence to be a mere coincidence or a curious onlooker.

Pushing aside the unease that flickered within me, I continued on my way, determined to find solace in the quiet sanctuary of my room. The old woman faded from my thoughts as I focused on my thoughts, the thought that alpha Ralph, was my mate.