The Rejection
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The music stopped, and every face in the hall turned toward me.
For one breath, no one moved. Then I saw Darius across the room with his Beta and several pack members, staring at me as if he had been waiting for this moment.
My mate.
The Moon Ceremony had been full of laughter and raised glasses only seconds ago. Wolves had crowded the hall, restless with anticipation, waiting to meet the mates chosen for them by the Moon Goddess. Now the silence pressed against my skin.
For nineteen years, I had wondered what meeting my mate would feel like. I had imagined warmth, joy, maybe even a little fear. I had imagined a hand reaching for mine, a smile meant only for me, and a voice telling me that I was finally where I belonged.
Not this.
When our eyes met, heat rushed through my chest and spread to my fingertips. My wolf surged forward so violently that I had to grip the table beside me to keep from stumbling.
Him.
Her voice trembled inside my head.
It’s him.
I smiled before I could stop myself. It was small and uncertain, but it was real. After years of being the girl everyone whispered about because I couldn’t shift properly, I finally thought I had found where I belonged.
I had spent most of my life feeling like a mistake. Other wolves my age had shifted before they turned sixteen. They had learned to run beneath the moon, to hunt with their families, and to feel the strength of their wolves beside them. I had tried countless times, but my wolf had never fully surfaced. She was there, close enough for me to hear, but always just beyond my reach.
Because of that, the pack had treated me differently.
Some people pitied me. Others laughed when they thought I couldn’t hear. A few had called me defective to my face. I had learned to keep my head down and pretend their words did not hurt.
But now I had a mate.
The Moon Goddess had chosen someone for me. That had to mean I was not broken after all.
I took a step toward Darius, then another.
“Darius?”
He didn’t answer.
The closer I got, the more the room seemed to shrink around me. His eyes stayed fixed on mine, but his face gave me nothing. Not a smile. Not surprise. His mouth was set in a hard line, and his shoulders were so still he looked carved from stone.
My steps slowed.
“Are you okay?”
He walked toward me, his boots striking the floor one measured step at a time. Each sound seemed louder than the last. My heart beat against my ribs as if it wanted to escape.
When he stopped in front of me, his scent wrapped around me. Pine, rain, and something warm that made my wolf practically purr.
Mate.
I swallowed.
He was even more intimidating up close. Darius was the Alpha of the Black Ridge Pack, tall and broad shouldered, with dark hair that fell across his forehead and eyes the color of storm clouds. I had seen him many times from a distance, but I had never stood this close to him.
I had never imagined that one day he would look at me as his mate.
“Say it,” someone whispered behind me.
A few people laughed.
The sound made my cheeks burn, but I kept my eyes on Darius.
His jaw tightened. After a long moment, he said my name.
“Lena Vale.”
The sound of my full name made fear crawl up my spine. Maybe it was the way he said it, so cold and distant, as if he were speaking to a stranger.
“I need you to listen to me.”
My smile faded.
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to.”
Something twisted in my stomach. Darius looked away for a second, then faced me again with hard eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
My heart sank.
The words were simple, but they carried a weight I could not explain. My wolf had gone quiet, and the warmth inside me began to fade.
Then he said the words that shattered everything.
“I reject you as my mate.”
The hall disappeared.
The music, the voices, the scent of food and wine, all of it vanished beneath the ringing in my ears. I stared at him, unable to breathe.
Reject?
No. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Mates were supposed to be bound by the Moon Goddess. Rejection was rare, painful, and shameful. I had heard stories about it, but I had never believed it could happen to me.
My wolf let out a horrible cry.
Pain ripped through my chest, sharp enough to make my vision blur. I grabbed my stomach as I stumbled backward. My knees nearly gave out beneath me.
Someone gasped.
“Darius…”
My voice was barely audible.
He looked away.
That hurt more than anything.
If he had looked angry, I might have understood. If he had looked confused or even regretful, I might have held on to some hope. But he looked at me as if he had already erased me from his life.
“Please.”
His eyes returned to mine.
Everyone was watching, waiting to see what I would do. I could feel their attention pressing against me from every side. Some people looked shocked. Others looked entertained. No one stepped forward.
“You don’t have to decide right now,” I whispered. “You can take some time. We can talk about this.”
“Lena.”
“Please.”
My eyes burned, but I refused to cry in front of them. I had spent too many years being laughed at. I would not give them the satisfaction of watching me fall apart.
Darius’s face hardened.
“You need to leave.”
I stared at him.
“Leave?”
“This pack isn’t your home.”
The words struck deeper than the rejection itself.
I looked around the room. Nobody spoke or defended me. Some people looked away, suddenly interested in their drinks or the floor. Others watched as if this were a show arranged for their entertainment.
This had been my home since I was born. I had grown up in these halls. I knew every path through the forest, every house along the eastern ridge, and every elder who had watched me take my first steps.
But Darius was telling me that none of it belonged to me.
I suddenly felt stupid for ever believing I could belong here.
“Did I do something?”
He said nothing.
“Did I do something wrong?”
His jaw moved, but no words came.
That was enough.
I nodded slowly, though my throat felt too tight to speak.
“Okay. I understand.”
I turned toward the doors, barely feeling my legs. Every step seemed to pull something loose inside my chest. My wolf whimpered, curled into herself, and refused to answer me.
I reached the doors.
My fingers closed around the handle.
Pain exploded through my chest.
I screamed and collapsed to my knees as the hall erupted around me. Someone shouted for help. Chairs scraped across the floor. Several wolves rushed forward, but none of them reached me.
My hands shook against the cold stone.
My wolf was screaming too, but not because of Darius. Something else had entered my mind, something cold that didn’t belong there. It moved through my thoughts like a shadow, brushing against memories I had tried to bury.
Then I heard a voice.
Don’t trust him.
I froze.
The voice was not my wolf’s. It was deeper, distant, and filled with warning.
The voice came again.
He didn’t reject you.
My breath caught.
I turned around.
Darius was staring at me, his face completely pale. The fear in his eyes was unmistakable.
“What did you say?” he whispered.
“I didn’t say anything.”
He took a step toward me. For the first time since rejecting me, he looked afraid.
His gaze moved over my face as if he were searching for something. His hands curled into fists at his sides.
“What did you hear?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Lena, what did you hear?”
Before I could answer, someone burst through the doors.
“Alpha!”
Everyone turned.
A warrior stood there, breathing heavily, blood covering his clothes. His hair was tangled, and one side of his face was streaked with dirt. He looked as if he had run all the way from the forest.
Darius’s expression changed.
“What happened?”
The warrior looked at him, then at me. His eyes widened slightly, as if seeing me had confirmed something he did not want to believe.
“We found the body.”
Darius went still.
“What body?”
The warrior swallowed. His gaze dropped to the floor.
“The Luna’s.”
A murmur swept through the hall.
My blood ran cold.
The Luna was Darius’s mother, the woman who had ruled beside the former Alpha for more than twenty years. She had been missing since the previous evening, but everyone had assumed she was visiting one of the outer settlements.
No one had expected this.
Darius looked at me, but he no longer looked like an Alpha facing a rejected mate. He looked like a man who had just heard a secret spoken aloud.
The warrior took one step into the hall, then stopped.
“There’s more,” he said.
Darius’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
“What more?”
The warrior’s eyes flicked toward me again.
“We didn’t find her near the border.”
The hall fell silent.
“Where was she?” Darius asked.
The warrior’s face had gone gray.
“In the old shrine.”
A shiver moved through me. The shrine had been abandoned for years, ever since the last Luna had sealed its doors after a series of unexplained deaths. No one went there anymore. Not even the hunters.
Darius stared at the warrior.
“Was there a mark?”
The warrior hesitated.
“What mark?” someone asked from the crowd.
Darius turned sharply.
“Answer me.”
The warrior lowered his voice.
“The same symbol that was carved into the trees last night.”
A cold pressure gathered behind my eyes.
The voice inside my head stirred again, barely more than a breath.
He didn’t reject you.
Darius looked at me.
This time, I saw something beneath the fear in his expression.
Recognition.
Then the warrior spoke again.
“She wasn’t alone, Alpha.”
Darius’s face emptied of color.
“What do you mean?”
“There were two sets of footprints leading into the shrine.”
The warrior looked down at his bloodstained hands.
“Only one set came back out.”
No one moved.
No one breathed.
The strange voice fell silent, but its warning remained inside my head.
Don’t trust him.
Darius had rejected me in front of the entire pack. He had told me I had no place in his home. Yet the moment the Luna’s body was found, he had looked at me as if I were connected to her death.
And somehow, I knew the voice was right.
Darius had not truly rejected me.
He had been trying to hide something.
Something that had begun long before the ceremony, something that had led the Luna to the old shrine and left a dead warrior standing at the doors with blood on his clothes.
The worst part was that whatever had killed the Luna might already know my name.
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