Nah

Rejection

Becca's POV

"Becca, hurry up. Ronan responded in a low, enticing voice, "I just said those things because I was terrified of the people." They would spread rumors that I was connected to you, turn it into a problem, and then harass you as a result. You are aware of my love for you. I did what I did because I couldn't allow it to happen to you.

I listened to him say those things with skepticism. Even when I followed him back to the hidden home where he would always take me to declare his love, I remained doubtful. Behind him, every stride seemed strange, but my feet continued to move. Before long, I found myself sitting on the bed, listening to his never-ending justifications for his earlier actions.

Something inside of me begged me to go out. to turn away and acknowledge this as it was. That was his standard tactic for shifting the blame and evading accountability for anything he had done.

However, I required him.

He was providing me with cover and protection, which I needed.

My father's men would already be looking for me, and there were too many of them, so even if I decided to flee the pack by myself, I knew it would be very difficult. After being rejected, beaten, and humiliated, I am aware that I would not succeed in my current situation.

As I sat there listening to him, I swallowed the bile that was building in my throat. I made myself think he was real. This will be the last time, I promised myself.

In the end, Ronan was able to soothe me. I was made to lie down by him. As promised, he managed to win my faith one last time. He claimed to still love me and to be merely considering how to best present me to the pack. Not only as his partner, but also as his future Luna. He pledged to put an end to the doubts, mark me in front of everyone, and mend our relationship.

I had assumed that I was his sole love and that he couldn't abandon me in such a way, but he couldn't express it before bed, so I trusted him.

I slept.

However, voices roused me from my slumber in the middle of the night.

I got up, still feeling sleepy, briefly forgetting that my father's guys were still probably looking for me. My body moved instinctively as I swung my legs off the bed and stood up.

I was just ready to go when I paused abruptly.

One of the voices I heard sounded strangely too familiar to be my father's.

Ronan owned them. After speaking with him for a few minutes, I figured it out.

He was talking to someone else, and based on their whispered exchanges, I could tell right away that whatever they were talking about wasn't good. There would be no need to whisper if it were innocent.

I approached the door cautiously and stood next to it, listening.

The words "I told you, Thor, I can't let her go" were distinctly audible.

According to the Alpha, it would be my downfall. Because we still have a strong link, I need to keep her close. You recall that she hasn't yet come to terms with my rejection.

“I understand, Ronan,” said Thor. His best friend was Thor. My chest constricted at the sound of his voice. This conversation caught me off guard, and I felt a chill creep through my body.

However, in the upcoming weeks, you will be matched to Kattie, Thor added. "How are you going to keep her sister here without breaking off all ties between you two? That goes against tradition, doesn't it?

Thor was about to finish when Ronan abruptly interrupted him.

"No one tells me what I can or cannot do since I am the Alpha-to-be. Becca is my wolf's fated mate, and if I let her go, he would go crazy. She's an omega, and I can't afford to get weak over her. She is nothing. According to my father, it wouldn't matter if I kept her in captivity while publicly mating Kattie and marking her in front of the pack. What is there to be terrified of when her own father doesn't even give a damn? She is nothing.

Ronan's voice sounded icy, and I felt my lips start to dry up.

As I heard every syllable, my breath caught in my throat with misery, so I covered my mouth. I was immobile for a moment. I was unable to blink or even consider how long Ronan had been viewing me in this manner.

Therefore, that was accurate.

Once more, Ronan had deceived me. I had been on the verge of believing him. He had brought me here to conceal me rather than to keep me safe or out of love. to keep me out of the world while Dad publicly paraded my sister. Because her background matched his image as the future Alpha of Moonstone Pack, he publicly claimed her.

And me? Nothing more than a property he would avoid to maintain his status as the alpha in waiting, given my unfavorable political history.

Even worse, he was afraid his wolf might become weak or, worse, turn feral; therefore, he didn't want to break the tie.

Desperate to get away before they discovered me, I turned, my body shaking as I attempted to slip away. However, the base bag resting against the wall was damaged by my elbow.

Glasses broke when it fell to the ground.

In the quiet, the sound reverberated far too loudly.

I heard footsteps approaching, and my heart fell.

"Who is present?" Ronan made a stern demand.

I recognized Thor when I heard another set of footsteps.

I briefly thought of sprinting back to the bed and acting as though I had been lying there the entire time. Acting as though I hadn't heard anything.

However, what was the purpose?

Why continue to pretend?

To save them the hassle of looking for me, I went out alone.

All of my memories of Ronan's deceit, his fake kindness, and how I had loved him unconditionally came tumbling down when our eyes locked. Something hardened within me.

I muttered, "I, Becca, accept your rejection, future Alpha of Moonstone Pack."

The link broke.

It was a quick, acute, burning agony. After all, I was merely accepting his rehabilitation, and he was the one who had rejected me.

I nearly fell when I stumbled, but I was able to catch myself.

I became aware that something was amiss at that point.

I remained upright.

I was expected to implode as an omega. You're supposed to kneel or be in a prostrate position.

However, I wasn't.

Ronan's knees trembled as he coughed furiously, splattering blood on the floor.

A wave of shock swept over me.

I had been the one on the ground when he had previously rejected me.

It was him now.

"You poor omega, how dare you!" Ronan's eyes were a fiery red as he yelled. "Becca, you have no right to accept my rejection without my consent!"

He seems to have been more infuriated by my disobedience than by the rejection itself.

I felt a wave of fear. When it became too serious, I shut it off while looking around me and considering the best way to get out.

I didn't wait for him to say anything more. I didn't turn around.

Because I was aware that his threat to put me in jail would materialize if I even hesitated for a moment.

I couldn't risk him catching me.

or by my dad or anybody else.

I was going to choose myself from now on, over the bond, over the pack, and over everyone who had ever called me nothing.