Once The Rejected Omega, Desired By Two Alphas

Captured By The White Wolf

¬ Lara

Twelve hours. That was all I had before Riven would officially banish me. I refused to wait around like a lamb for slaughter.

The severed bond still ripped through my insides as I cleaned the blood I’d vomited across the floor. Betrayal burned just as hot as the pain, but revenge would have to wait. Right now, survival was all that mattered.

I packed quickly, taking only what I could carry. When my grandfather’s old pendant slipped from the pile of clothes, I paused. The silver charm was a crescent moon joined with an overlapping sun. It felt warm against my palm. I quickly fastened the chain around my neck and slipped out of the hut before dawn.

I took the forgotten eastern trail, avoiding every known patrol route. My body screamed with every step. The rejection pain slowly faded, replaced by burning lungs and bloody feet as my shoes disintegrated on roots and stones. Still, I ran.

This time was different. I had left sooner. I had chosen a safer path. No one was chasing me.

Yet.

The boundary markers finally appeared and I crossed the line of half-buried stones without slowing. The moment my foot touched the neutral zone outside Derier pack’s territory, the invisible link tying me to the pack snapped.

I was now a rogue wolf. But I was free.

The neutral zone stretched endlessly before me.

By the second day, my food was gone. By the fourth, I was barely standing. Hunger clawed at my stomach, but the real danger was the power inside me. It had been building steadily, pulsing like a second heartbeat. At first I thought it was strengthening me. Now I realized it was devouring me from the inside.

I had collapsed beside a narrow stream, trying to control this new power. It swelled violently, pressing against my ribs until I could hardly breathe.

The forest went silent.

I turned to see a massive white wolf standing a small distance away from me.

It was not a rogue. Rogues didn't look like this.

This one was enormous. Larger than Riven's wolf form, and Riven was an Alpha. Its fur was an impossible snow white, almost luminous in the dappled sunlight. And its eyes... pale, icy blue, locked onto me with an intensity that paralysed my whole body.

The power inside me went berserk as if it were reacting to the wolf. It thrashed against my ribs, surged up my throat, and screamed through every nerve as if trying to tear out of my body.

My hand flew to the pendant. I tried to speak and move, but I couldn’t do anything.

The wolf’s gaze bored into me, heavy and overwhelming. My vision swam.

The last thing I saw was the white wolf stalking toward me before darkness swallowed everything.

※ . ※ . ※

The world returned in fragments: the crackle of flames, the scent of smoke and fur, the soft give of a bedroll beneath my aching body. Every muscle throbbed, and my head pounded with a dull, resonant ache.

"Easy now," a female voice murmured. "Your body still needs time."

I blinked until the blurriness sharpened. A woman leaned over me. Tanned skin, sharp green eyes, long brown hair braided over one shoulder. She pressed a gentle hand against my shoulder as I tried to sit up.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

She withdrew her hand and sighed, glancing toward the other side of the tent. "You're safe. He found you in a neutral zone and brought you back to camp."

I tensed. "He?"

I suddenly remembered the white wolf and its overwhelming presence, the ice-blue stare, the way my power had flared uncontrollably before everything went dark.

I pushed myself upright despite the woman's caution. My head spun briefly before settling. Full awareness crept in. I was on a fur-lined bedroll, the small fire crackled in a stone pit at the centre of the tent.

And the other two women seated near the entrance, watching me with guarded curiosity.

They all wore loose trousers and simple wraps across their chests. Their bodies were also lean and muscled, like that of wolves accustomed to hard travel.

We regarded each other in tense silence.

"Why... why am I here?" I finally asked.

The older woman shrugged, her voice deeper than I expected. "We don't know. You'd have to ask him. He ordered us to tend to you. Keep you alive."

My hand moved instinctively to my chest. The pendant was still there.

I then noticed that the filthy, torn clothing I'd worn through the forest was gone. I was dressed now in a soft grey shirt and wool trousers. My feet had been cleaned and bandaged with cool, damp wraps that soothed the raw skin.

The woman beside me spoke. "You were half-dead and covered in grime. We cleaned you up."

Heat rushed to my face despite everything. They'd seen me at my lowest.

"Thank you... What pack do you belong to?"

I needed information. I needed to know whose territory I'd stumbled into, and whether I was a guest or a prisoner. As an omega, safety was never guaranteed. And something about the way they studied me, like I was a puzzle they were trying to solve, made my skin prickle.

"You were asleep for a day and a half," the first woman said, sidestepping my question. "This—"

She stopped mid-sentence and snapped her attention toward the tent entrance. The other two rose swiftly and stepped back. All three of them straightened.

I looked between them, confused.

The tent flap opened, and every nerve in my body lit up at once.

The force inside me surged with a cold, violent wave that slammed through my body and made my pulse quicken.

A man ducked through the low entrance and rose to his full height.

I went completely still.

He towered over the women, over everything. White hair cascaded past broad shoulders, stark against fair skin. His chest and abdomen were bare with lean, carved muscle.

Loose trousers hung from his hips and my eyes betrayed me, lingering too long on the lines of his torso before I forced them to the floor.

I didn't want to meet his gaze. Something in me knew it would be too much.

"Thank you for your hospitality," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I—"

A firm hand caught my chin and tilted my head up before I could finish.