Once The Rejected Omega, Desired By Two Alphas

Where Is My Rejected Mate?

¬ Riven

A dull gnawing ache deep in my chest pulled me out of sleep.

I sat up slowly and pressed a hand over my ribs, waiting for it to fade. It didn't. The feeling just sat there, twisting and wrong.

‘That stupid girl.’

I had felt nothing right after rejecting her. So why was this hitting me now? Maybe the bond had taken its time to register the separation. It might likely be some delayed reaction in my body. Either way, it annoyed me that I felt anything at all.

How ridiculous.

I threw off the blanket and stood up. My room was still dark, the first hint of dawn barely touching the curtains. I should have been satisfied. Instead, this stupid ache pulsed in my chest like a splinter I couldn't dig out.

The choice had been correct. No. It wasn't even a choice worth debating.

Lara was weak. Weaker than the lowest omega in the pack. She couldn't shift. She had no family name, and she skulked around the territory like a sick and silent shadow. My father had shown her pity for reasons I never understood, and her presence had embarrassed me ever since.

Then the bond snapped into place, and she became my problem. My mate.

The thought made my stomach turn.

Sera was everything Lara wasn't. Strong, capable, and beautiful in a way that commanded attention. She knew how to stand beside an Alpha. She knew how to be seen.

I closed my eyes and breathed through the ache. I would mark Sera tonight. That would end this. It would finally be a fresh bond, and an even fresher start.

After a while, I went downstairs to find my beta, Marek, waiting in the main hall, his expression carefully blank.

"Morning, Alpha," he greeted, falling into step beside me.

"Marek." I nodded once. "Any reports?"

"Nothing unusual. Patrols will head out shortly for the usual rounds."

"Good." I stopped walking and turned to him. "Go to her place. Tell her to come to the hall this afternoon."

Marek hesitated. "Her... Oh." Understanding dawned on his face. "The girl you rejected yesterday."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. The girl I rejected."

He frowned slightly and looked away. I caught it.

Marek was a few years older than me, but he had served under my father since he was a boy. And just like my father, he had always carried some soft spot for that pathetic omega. He never acted on it. He never helped her. But the sympathy was there, and it disgusted me.

Why have so much pity for someone you barely even helped in the first place?

I glared at him. "Don't make that face. You never lifted a finger for her, so what is this pity now?"

His jaw tightened. He dropped his gaze. "Forgive me, Alpha."

I shook my head and resumed walking. "Just bring her here. I'm banishing her from the pack. Having her stay would be an eyesore, and she's worthless to us."

A muscle twitched in Marek's face, but I ignored it.

"Yes. I'll inform her right away."

"Good." I turned my back on him. "I'll be in my office."

※ . ※ . ※

Sera found me there later that morning.

The moment she walked in, the ache in my chest dulled. Not completely, but enough that I could breathe easier. Her presence filled the room, and I felt my mood lift for the first time since waking up.

She perched on the edge of my desk, her fingers trailing over the maps I had spread out. "You look tired, my love."

"Just handling matters," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Nothing that concerns you."

"Hmm." She smiled, but her eyes searched my face. "You seem tense. Is it because of last night?"

"Last night was necessary."

"Of course it was." Her voice was smooth. "She was never right for you. Everyone knew it."

I reached out and took her hand. The pain retreated further. This was proof. Sera was the right choice. She soothed something that Lara had only ever complicated.

"I'll mark you tonight," I told her. "I should have done it sooner."

Her smile widened. "I have been waiting for you to say that."

The moment settled between us. For a brief while, I forgot about the ache entirely.

Then Marek returned, and the fragile peace was shattered.

He stood in the doorway, stiff. His expression was off. He did not look alarmed, but he was far from calm.

I recognised that look, and I did not like it.

Something was wrong.

“What is it?” I asked him.

"Alpha." He glanced at Sera, then back at me. "The girl."

The ache flared sharper than before. I frowned. "I told you to bring her here. What is the problem?"

"She's gone."

The words didn't make sense at first. I stared at him.

"What do you mean, gone?" Sera asked, her voice sharper than before.

Marek's mouth pressed into a thin line. "Her hut is empty. Some of her belongings are missing. I've already set some off-duty patrol wolves to search for her."

The pain spiked hard, and it was to the extent that I had to grab the edge of the table, my nails digging into the wood.

‘Gone?’

"Didn't she seem different last night?" Sera asked quietly, her eyes on me.

That was true. I hadn't thought about it much at the time, but something had been off. She hadn't cried or even begged. She had looked me in the eyes and smiled. And then she had accepted the rejection like it was nothing.

At the moment, I had brushed it off as shock. But now...

‘How dare she?’

The rage hit me fast and hot. I swept my arm across the desk, sending the maps and everything else crashing to the floor. Sera scrambled off the edge of the table, eyes wide.

"She ran because she didn't want to be branded a rogue?" My voice came out low and dangerous. "Not that she would survive as one anyway. She can barely function inside a pack."

The pain throbbed in my skull now, matching the fire in my chest. That rotten, worthless—

I clenched my jaw and forced my breathing steady. The ache eased a fraction, but the fury still roared.

This was more than her leaving without permission. This was defiance. Disrespect. She had made me look like a fool by simply walking away.

Marking Sera wouldn't be enough.

Pain or no pain, she had to understand what happened to people who crossed me.

"Find her," I ordered Marek.

He nodded quickly. "Yes. We'll bring her back and—"

I laughed. It was a cold sound, even to my ears. "Bring her back? No." I straightened to my full height and let my eyes heat up with a subtle glow. "I want her dead."

Marek went still.

"Kill her," I repeated, slower this time. "I want it done."