Cruel Alpha's Mate

Amelia’s POV The words echoed in my mind, replaying like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. “I, Alpha Kade of the Bloodmoon Pack, stand before you, Amelia White, burdened by a choice that weighs upon my soul. In this moment, I must make a decision that will shape the fate of our pack. It is with a heavy heart that I must part ways with you, Amelia, as my mate, and Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack.” As the words left Alpha Kade's lips, a wave of disbelief crashed over me, threatening to drown me in sorrow. I felt the weight of his rejection press down on my shoulders, pushing me to the ground. The pain that surged through me was like a tempest, tearing through my heart and leaving me gasping for breath. In that excruciating moment, time stood still, as if the universe itself held its breath. The bond we once shared, woven with promises of love and unity, now unraveled before my eyes. I searched his gaze, hoping to find a trace of hesitation or regret, but all I saw was a stoic determination. “I can’t accept a weak, lowly Omega as my mate!” His voice roared as my body shook in pain. I looked up slowly at Alpha Kade’s eyes; his eyes, as green as the forest, held no emotion in them; it made me feel worthless. My heart pounded against my chest violently; it felt like a confident elephant was lying on me. The pain of the rejection feels like boiling hot pins were being pressed slowly into every cell and muscle in my body. My body felt like it was slowly dying. “What…? I finally struggled to utter, my eyes welling with tears, trying to fight their way down. I was trembling with fear and confusion. “Amelia White! You heard me clearly, and I do not need to say it a million times before you get it into your skull that you cannot be my Mate or Luna. You are a lowly omega, the lowest of all.” He declared. The crowd looked on at us, and as my eyes drifted to them, I was consumed with shame. I was getting humiliated by my mate in front of everyone. Who would have imagined that Alpha Kade, of whom everyone talked so mighty and sweetly, would turn out to be as cruel as this? His words felt like a lash to my oversensitive skin. I gritted my teeth as I tried to ignore the cruel chuckles coming from the crowd. My eyes were burning with tears as I felt an overwhelming mix of pain, anger, and loneliness. An intense sense of abandonment filled me again. Six years had passed since my mother left me alone in the Bloodmoon Pack. Every year I prayed to the moon goddess for her return. I am eighteen now and much wiser to understand she wasn’t coming back for me. I had been abandoned by her. Being a weak Omega in the Bloodmoon Pack means just two things: being a slave to the pack and a mere breeder. Growing up had been tough and hard, as I was constantly bullied by all, not until Alpha Rozan rescued me once from my bullies and took me in as his child. His daughter, Isabelle, however, made sure I was living in hell. She is my biggest bully in the Bloodmoon pack. Alpha Rozan, however, gave me hope; he made me believe I wasn’t just a weak Omega for the mere purpose of breeding. I had dreamed of meeting my mate on my eighteenth birthday, and we would live a happy life. But who would have thought I would be mated to Alpha Kade? He had shattered my whole world with his heart-wrenching rejection. The pain I feel now is second to none; my entire body was on fire. What was the purpose of my whole existence—to be a slave and a breeder? Who would accept me if my supposed mate had rejected me? Thousands of questions filled my mind as more tears rolled down my face. Oh, my poor self! Abandoned by her mother and rejected by her mate. Why? Why me? My hands clutched my chest as I tried so hard to breathe. My eyes landed back on Alpha Kade; his eyes were fixed on me. An evil grin was planted on his face; he looked like he was enjoying all this. I enjoyed seeing me wallow in pain after his rejection. I felt my wolf growl; her whimpers filled my mind. I had initially planned to remain quiet and endure whatever humiliation and cruel remarks they threw at me. But my wolf wouldn’t stay silent; she is the complete opposite of me. When I want to run, she wants to sit; when I want to stay silent, she wants to talk. She forced my legs up from the ground, ignoring the jelly-like feeling in my limbs. I am still half-crunching in pain. She forced me forward, ignoring my initial intentions. She forced me up, and I stood tall, facing Alpha Kade with determination in my eyes. I accepted the rejection, knowing that there was no point in questioning why he had rejected me. Alpha Kade's words had already made it clear that he saw me as nothing more than a weak omega. I refused to allow his rejection to define my worth. As I stood before him, a sense of calm washed over me. I may have been rejected, but I refused to let it break me. I would rise above this pain and prove to myself and everyone else that I am stronger than they think. With a silent resolve, I turned away from Alpha Kade and began to walk away. The whispers and stares of the crowd followed me, but I paid them no mind. I would find my own path, one that did not depend on the acceptance of others. As I stumbled away from the crowd, my steps felt unsteady and my heart weighed heavy with pain. I tried desperately to hold in my anguish, not wanting to give my tormentors the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Finding a quiet corner, away from the prying eyes of the pack, I couldn't contain the overwhelming pain any longer. The tears I had been fighting back cascaded down my cheeks, mingling with the sweat and dirt on my face. Each sob that wracked my body echoed the deep ache within my soul. My vision blurred as the world around me spun. I could feel my legs give way, and I collapsed to the ground, consumed by darkness. The pain and loneliness I had been suppressing finally overwhelmed me, causing me to lose consciousness. In that vulnerable state, my tears took on a new level of emotional intensity. They represented not only the agony of rejection but also the years of feeling unwanted and abandoned. Each tear carried the weight of my shattered dreams and the yearning for love and acceptance. As I lay unconscious on the ground, my face streaked with tears, it became a poignant reminder of the cruelty I had endured. It was a powerful moment, evoking empathy and compassion from readers who could feel my pain as if it were their own.