The Pack of the Rejects

They say the moon blesses you on your 18th. Mine cursed me. My name is Alana. And tonight, Blackwood Pack rejected me. The grand hall was filled with white roses and golden lights. Every member of the pack was here today. I stood at the end of the aisle in my white dress. My hands were shaking. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Today I was supposed to marry my mate. Today I was supposed to become Luna. I took a deep breath and started walking. The whispers followed me. "An Omega? She doesn't deserve him." "She's too weak to be Luna." I kept my head up. Because he was waiting for me. Alpha Carter. He stood at the altar, tall and cold in his black suit. He was the strongest Alpha in our territory. And he was mine. The moon goddess said so. When I reached him, he didn't even look at me. His eyes were like ice. The priest cleared his throat. "Do you both take each other as mates?" The whole hall went quiet. Alpha Carter finally turned to me. His expression was empty. Then he spoke. Loud enough for everyone to hear. "I, Alpha Carter, reject you as my mate." My world stopped. Pain shot through my chest. The mate bond snapped like glass. I could barely breathe. He leaned close and whispered, "You are weak. You will never be Luna. Don't come near me again." And with that, he turned and walked away. Leaving me on my knees. In front of the entire pack. Rejected on our wedding night. They threw me out like trash. But trash remembers. And I will be back.