The Alpha's Rejected Luna

Chapter 2: Relentless Bullying

The days after the ceremony blurred into a haze of humiliation and hurt. I could feel the pack’s eyes on me wherever I went, their judgment like a thousand invisible hands pushing me further into isolation. Every step I took, every breath I drew felt heavier, as if the weight of their whispers and sneers was physically crushing me.

It wasn’t just the rejection from Kane that stung—it was the way the pack members seemed to take pleasure in my pain. They’d always looked down on me, but now it was like I was their favorite target. And worse, there was no one to turn to. No one who would stand up for me. No one who would care.

I trudged through the woods, my head low, my shoulders hunched against the cold wind. It was the only place I could find some semblance of peace, away from the eyes of the pack that had never accepted me. The trees were my only companions now, the rustling of their leaves the only sound that didn’t make my skin crawl.

But no matter where I went, I couldn’t escape them. Their laughter followed me. Their cruel words echoed in my mind.

“Look at Sera. Can’t even be claimed by the Alpha. I heard he rejected her because she’s useless.”

“She’s nothing. Just a failure. A weak little wolf.”

Each word sent another sharp pang through my chest, another c***k in my spirit. I tried to push them down, tried to ignore the venom that poisoned every corner of the pack. But it was impossible. The pack had made me their joke. The one they could tear apart without fear of retribution.

When I returned to the packhouse that evening, I didn’t expect much to have changed. The silence in the air was suffocating, broken only by the sound of my footsteps on the hard floor. I stepped into the hallway, heading toward my room, but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the damage.

My room had been ransacked. My belongings scattered across the floor, torn, shredded, and destroyed. Clothes ripped to shreds, personal items smashed beyond recognition. Everything I had worked so hard to keep together in the wake of the rejection had been thrown into chaos. The once small, humble space I had called my own was now a symbol of my failure—ruined by the packmates who enjoyed seeing me fall further.

I sank to my knees, my hands trembling as I picked up a piece of torn fabric from one of my shirts. I didn’t even know why I bothered trying to salvage anything. It was all gone. Everything was gone.

And that’s when I heard the laughter. It started low, just a snicker, but then it grew louder, echoing off the walls of the packhouse. I turned around, my heart sinking, to see a group of pack members standing in the doorway, grinning at me like a bunch of wolves circling their prey.

“I told you she was weak,” one of them, a tall man named Trent, said with a cruel smile. “You really thought the Alpha would pick you? You’re nothing. You’ve always been nothing.”

I stood up slowly, trying to force back the tears that burned behind my eyes. I wasn’t going to cry in front of them. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

“You should just leave, Sera,” another packmate, Emma, said coldly, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re just a burden. The pack doesn’t need you. You don’t belong here.”

I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. “I— I didn’t do anything to you. I didn’t ask for this…”

“You didn’t have to,” Trent interrupted, stepping closer. “You didn’t ask for the Alpha to reject you, but you still got it. You didn’t ask for any of this, but you’re here anyway. You’ll always be the failure. Always the disappointment.”

The words burned. They dug into me, twisting and pulling at the raw nerves that I had worked so hard to protect. But no matter how much I tried to stand tall, to show them that I was strong enough, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were right. That I was just as useless as they said.

I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to tell them how much it hurt, how their words cut deeper than any wound. But I couldn’t. I felt small. So small. And no matter how hard I tried to stand up for myself, the pack only saw me as the weakling who couldn’t even hold the Alpha’s interest.

The group continued their mocking laughter, feeding off each other’s cruel words like a pack of wolves savoring their prey. I couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of their gazes pressed on me, suffocating me until I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I turned and fled from the room, my heart racing, my legs carrying me through the halls as fast as they would go.

But as I reached the door, Trent’s voice called after me, cutting through the air like a knife.

“You’ll never escape your reputation, Sera,” he sneered. “The pack will always see you for what you really are—nothing. You’ll always be the failure. No matter how hard you try to prove yourself.”

I paused for a moment, just long enough for his words to sink in. My chest tightened as I realized the truth of what he was saying. I would never escape this. No matter where I went, no matter how hard I tried to prove myself, I would always be the girl who had been rejected by the Alpha. The girl who was weak, useless, and unwanted.

I felt the weight of it all crash down on me.

With trembling hands, I gripped the door handle, forcing myself to leave the packhouse and step out into the cool night air.

The whispers followed me. The laughter followed me. And I was left, broken, battered, and alone, with nowhere to go but deeper into the forest that was slowly becoming my only refuge.

But as I disappeared into the trees, a part of me couldn’t help but wonder—would I ever escape the shadow of my rejection? Would I ever find a place where I could truly belong?