Once The Rejected Omega, Desired By Two Alphas

¬ Lara I already knew the rejection was coming. I had lived through this exact moment before. Alpha Riven, my mate, stood with Sera tucked against his side. A breeze stirred the forest, moonlight carving silver edges around the gathered crowd. The Derier Pack had come out in full force, eager to witness my public humiliation. His next words were the same thing he had told me in my past life. "I, Riven Stone, Alpha of the Derier Pack, reject you, Lara Veriya, as my mate." The bond tore, and a scorching, wrenching agony erupted in my chest. I flinched before I could stop myself. I immediately focused on hiding the painful tremor that swept through my body. But it didn't matter. The watching wolves caught it anyway. A few mouths curved into delighted smirks. Riven's dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He gestured grandly, as if presenting a piece of filth to the surrounding wolves. "Did you honestly believe I would accept a worthless omega as my Luna? You have been a stain on this pack since the day you were born. Your very existence dishonours my late father's memory. Your own family disowned you and cast you out. And with that, you still believed you could rule at my side?" Sera molded herself closer to him, her delicate fingers splayed across his chest. She looked as if she was concerned, but I knew it was fake. "Oh, Riven. Be gentle with her, please," she murmured just loud enough for me to catch. She then looked up at him so he could see her puppy eyes. Riven exhaled, shaking his head as he gazed down at her. "My love, you're far too soft-hearted. But—" "I understand," I said quietly. The words stopped him cold. He looked at me. Sera's expression flickered, her blue eyes sharpening as they found my face. She was also confused. In my first life, I had shattered. I'd sobbed and begged these two while. I had pleaded for Riven to change his mind, and looking back at it now, the memory of what I had done curdled inside me. How could I have humiliated myself that much? It wasn’t like it had even saved me in the end. I forced the memory aside and steadied my breathing. Not tonight. I wouldn't give them tears or any sort or satisfaction as I have done before. I smiled at them instead. "I, Lara Veriya, accept your rejection." The wind died. The forest went silent as a held breath. The pain flared up again. Blood slid warmly from my nose, but I kept my smile fixed in place. I would not grant Riven, Sera, or anyone else the pleasure of watching me crumble. Around me, shock rippled through the pack. Riven's frown deepened. I'd surrendered too smoothly. Far too smoothly. But wasn't surrender what they had all wanted? "Congratulations, Alpha Riven," I continued, my voice steady despite the metallic tang of my blood filling my mouth. "I hope she is worth our severed bond." I turned to leave, but Riven's laughter erupted behind me. I paused and turned back slowly. He'd stepped apart from Sera, both palms pressed to his stomach, shoulders shaking. He swiped a tear from the corner of one eye. "Worth it? You were never worth anything. Sera is more valuable than your bond and your pathetic life combined." He extended a hand toward Sera, who accepted it with a gloating smile aimed directly at me. "She is so silly," Sera cooed, draping her arms around his neck. "Just release her. The effects of the rejection will knock her out soon enough." Riven's grin sharpened. "You're right. She'll need all the rest she can get for a future where no mate will ever want her." Bitterness coated my tongue. I spun and pushed through the crowd, shouldering past wolves who didn't move fast enough. The burn in my body intensified, but I bit down on my lip and ran, ignoring the fire spreading through every limb. My legs screamed. My insides screamed. My skull pounded. The same brutal pain chased me through the darkness, past scattered dwellings, until I finally crashed through the door of my tiny house. The moment I crossed the threshold, I dropped to hands and knees and vomited blood across the floorboards. Pain sank its teeth into every inch of me. But beneath it, I felt so angry. Riven's father had offered me kindness once, allowing me to stay in the pack after my own family disowned me. But Riven had hated me so deeply that I had been too blind to recognise it all these years. My chest started to burn. Unable to move further, I laid down on the floor. I had been so pathetic and shamelessly weak. I'd loved Riven with unwavering devotion while he flaunted that woman at his side. The old me had believed our bond would somehow overpower his casual flings. How foolish of me. He rejected me, and I had begged him to reconsider. He had banished me shortly after, and I was left alone in the wilderness, half-dead. He had even sent patrol wolves after I had left to kill me. Even now, I could still feel the echo of claws splitting my stomach, the sticky heat of my own blood pooling beneath me, and the cold seeping into my body as the world faded. I had died outside the pack, discarded like a loose end that needed to be cut away. But in those final moments, something inside me had awakened. A power I never knew I carried. I had used that power to fight them off, and using it had drained me completely. And just as I was dying, a voice had called out to me, calling me the child of the sun and moon. Then I had woken up here, in my bed, on the morning of my rejection. Things were different now. I forced myself upright, disregarding the pain clawing through my body. Drawing a ragged breath, I shut my eyes and concentrated, directing the agony toward the dormant force I had awakened. The power that had answered me when I was dying now flared to life. I would not let this second chance at life go to waste.