He Turned Away
913 Words
Kyrian’s pov
I was just an omega. A weak one. I had no claws for fighting, no strength for battle. My first instinct was to run, to flee into the trees and disappear but my legs refused to move. Fear locked me in place, heavy and crushing, rooting me to the ground.
A shadow rushed past me.
Another scream followed, closer this time. Too close
I turned in time to see a rogue wolf charging straight at me, eyes wild, teeth bared, blood straining his muzzle. He was fast. Faster than me. Faster than my fear could process.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t scream.
I was going to die.
Then everything happened at once.
A massive black wolf slammed into the enemy from the side with terrifying force.The impact shook the ground beneath my feet. Dirt and ash flew into the air. Blood splashed. The rogue didn’t even have time to cry out before his neck snapped with a sickening c***k.
Silence fell for one sharp second, terrifying second.
The black wolf turned.
Gold eyes burned through the smoke and fire, bright and lethal.
Alpha Damon Belloti.
If it was possible the panic inside me doubled.
I wasn't ready to face him yet. Not like this, not after the bond, not after his rejection. I was not ready to see disgust,rejection or anger in his eyes.
I felt like the air in my lungs had been sucked out of me.
I couldn’t breathe.
I needed to escape, hide and run away as fast as I could but my legs betrayed me.
I stood frozen, paralyzed by shock, heart slamming painfully against my ribs.
Damon shifted back into human form, muscles rippling as bones snapped and settled. His chest rose and fell slowly, controlled, dangerous like a predator who knew he had already won.
I couldn’t peel my eyes away from his body.
He was strikingly tall, standing well above most wolves in the pack. His height gave him a natural advantage, making him impossible to ignore even in a crowded space. People often found themselves looking up at him without realizing it, instinctively aware of the power his height added to his authority. It made others feel protected or intimidated without him needing to say a single word.
Broad shouldered, solid build. The kind of strength that came from being born to lead. His dark hair was usually pulled back in a loose tie, a few strands falling freely around his sharp, gorgeous face. His features were strong and balanced.
Firm jaw, and lips that rarely smiled.
His eyes were a deep steel gray with hints of blue, calm and observant, the kind that seemed to see everything without saying a word. His beauty was steady and commanding, rooted in confidence and absolute control.
“You’re hurt?” Damon asked.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
I shook my head quickly, panic rising in my throat.
“N…no, Alpha.”
For a brief terrifying second, I saw relief flicker in his eyes.
Then it was gone.
Damon took one step closer.
That was when it happened.
His eyes glowed gold. Recognition settling in them, shock and disbelief freezing his expression.
The air shifted.
The moonlight above burned brighter.
The bond snapped into place.
Hard.
Damon took a step back staring at me like I wasn’t real.
“no,” he muttered under his breath. “It can’t be.”
Damon stared at me like he was seeing a ghost.
He took another step back.
The warmth in my chest twisted into pain. His emotions bleeding through the bond.
Fear.
Panic.
Disgust.
Denial.
It was so intense it made me dizzy.
My breath came out in a broken sob.
Then he took a step back. And then…
Damon turned away.
Just like that.
“Get him somewhere safe,” Damon ordered the warriors nearby, his voice hard, distant. “Now.”
I stared at his back, shaking. “Alpha…?”
Damon didn’t look back.
Not once.
The attack ended before dawn.
Bodies were cleared. Fires were put out. The injured tended to.The pack gathered in the open clearing, standing at the back with the other omegas, body still trembling, chest still aching, I kept looking for Damon.
He stood at the front, tall and unshaken, blood cleaned from his skin.
He looked like nothing had happened.
The elders whispered among themselves.
Then Damon raised his hand.
Silence fell instantly.
“Tonight,” Damon said, his voice loud and firm, “the pack was tested. And we stood strong.”
I swallowed.
Damon turned slightly.
A woman stepped forward.
She was tall, powerful, her presence sharp and commanding. Silver hair braided perfectly. Cold, intelligent eyes that missed nothing.
Hannah Lopez.
“My alliance with Hannah Lopez will protect and strengthen this pack,” Damon continued. “Before the moon, before the elders, I claim her as my mate.”
He didn’t look at me.
Not once.
His words hit harder than the bond ever had.
Claim.
Mate.
Not me.
The world went quiet again but this time, inside Kyrian's head.
The bond screamed.
My chest burned. My vision blurred.
Hannah stepped beside Damon, placing her hand in his. The pack bowed.
Cheers rose.
My knees buckled.
I sank to the ground, unseen, unheard, hands pressed over my chest as tears slid down my face.
In a broken whisper, I looked at the moon and asked the only question I had left.
“Why me?”
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