The Heartless Alpha’s Rejected Luna Returns

No Longer Pack

Ömrüm

The pack house had never felt this distant in all my years here despite all the chaos and disgrace I had to endure here. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, staring up at the stone walls that had once meant safety, home and somehow never gave me a sense of belonging.

Now they felt like a place I had already been erased from. The moment I stepped forward, the guards at the entrance shifted. Not in greeting or in acknowledgment but in warning.

“State your purpose,” one of them said flatly.

I blinked. For a second, I thought I had heard wrong.

“...What?”

His expression didn’t change.

“You were given orders to leave before sunrise,” the other added. “You shouldn’t be here.”

The words hit harder than they should have. Not because of what they said. But because of how easily they said it. Like I wasn’t someone they had grown up with.

Like I wasn’t someone they had trained beside. Like I wasn’t anything. “I just need to get my things,” I said quietly.

My voice sounded strange to my own ears. Distant. Hollow. The first guard exchanged a look with the second. Annoyance flickered across his face.

“Be quick,” he muttered. “You’re not welcome here anymore.”

Not welcome. The finality of it settled heavily in my chest. I didn’t respond. I didn't trust myself to. Instead, I walked past them. And for the first time in my life, the guards stepped aside out of respect. They actually bowed their heads.

Hah, this can't be happening. They didn't even dare look at me twice. What a farewell!

The halls of the pack house stretched long and cold, the familiar scent of wood and smoke now suffocating instead of comforting. Every step echoed too loudly, like the building itself was rejecting me.

Doors closed as I passed. Voices lowered. Conversations stopped but I kept my head down. Not because I was ashamed. But because if I looked at them, really looked—

I might see it. The truth. That I had never truly belonged here.

My room was exactly as I had left it. Small. Plain. Tucked at the far end of the corridor where few people passed.

Of course, even now, nothing has changed. I stepped inside slowly, my fingers brushing against the worn wooden door as I closed it behind me.

The silence hit immediately. As heavy as it could be and unforgiving. This room had been my world. My safe place. The only space where I could exist without feeling like I was taking up too much air.

And now, it felt like a stranger’s space. I moved mechanically. Gathering what little I owned. A small bag. A few clothes. A worn book I had read too many times to count. My fingers lingered on it longer than necessary.

I remembered sitting by the window as a child, reading while the others trained outside. Listening to their laughter, their shouts, their lives unfolding without me.

I had told myself I didn’t mind.

That I preferred the quiet.

That I didn’t need to be included.

That being overlooked was easier than being judged.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. What a lie. I had noticed everything. Every glance that slid past me. Every time my name wasn’t called.

Every time I was almost chosen and then he decided I wasn’t enough and apparently will never be enough. A memory of those days surfaced, sharp and uninvited…

“Pair up!”

The training field buzzed with energy as wolves rushed to find partners.

I stood at the edge, waiting and watching them while hoping I had be called. Hoping someone would shout, “Ömrüm Lyall”

Someone would look my way. Someone always did. But never long enough.

“Already got one.”

“Maybe next time.”

“Sorry.”

Excuses. Always excuses. That's all they gave me until eventually no one bothered at all. I had learned then. To stop expecting. To stop hoping. To stop wanting for all of it.

Because wanting is torture and waiting kills. My grip tightened around the book before I forced myself to pack it away. It didn’t matter anymore. None of it did.

Because now I didn’t even have this. A sharp knock on the door made me flinch.

“Time’s up.”

The guard’s voice came through, impatient. Of course, I slung the bag over my shoulder, casting one last glance around the room. There was nothing here worth staying for.

There never had been. I opened the door. The guards were waiting. Watching me like I might try something.

Like I didn’t belong. Like I was already gone.

“Move,” one of them said.

I did.

Back through the halls. Past the people who refused to meet my eyes. Past the life I had spent years trying to fit into.

Each step felt lighter. Not because the pain was gone. But because something else was taking its place. And then that cold feeling again.It's like it's creeping, spreading, and replacing something.

By the time I stepped outside, the sky had begun to lighten faintly at the horizon. Dawn was coming. And with it the end. The end for me.

The bond in my chest twisted suddenly, so violently and sharp, searing pain tore through my chest, stealing the breath from my lungs. I staggered, clutching at my heart.

Not again, Not like this. It was worse than before.

Not breaking. Not fading. But… like something is changing.

“Oh, Moon goddess, what is happening,” I gasped, my knees hitting the ground hard. The guards cursed behind me, stepping back.

“What’s wrong with her—?”

“I don’t know—”

Their voices sounded distant, as I couldn't even bear them properly. It's like I was slipping somewhere else entirely.

The pain surged once more and then twisted into something more painful and darker again. Something is wrong inside of me. But why is it from deeper within?

It felt as if something was alive. My breath came in short, uneven bursts. The world around me dimmed and I could see shadows stretching unnaturally across the ground.

The air itself felt heavier, more thicker than usual and then, it happened. A sharp inhale tore through my lungs as my head snapped up. My vision sharpened.

It felt too sharp, too clear, and too wrong to be normal.

“Moon Goddess, why am I being punished for being rejected? He rejected me! I’ve always wanted him.” I wasn’t even aware of when the words poured out of me, as I could feel the warmth and saltiness of my tears.

The guards froze, now staring and not at my hands. Not at the ground either but at my face.

At my eyes.

I could see the fear flickering across their expressions. Real fear. Not disgust like before and not annoyance.

But Fear.

“What… what is that…?” one of them whispered.

My heart stuttered. Slowly, slowly, I raised my hand to my face. I couldn’t see them. But I felt it.

The complete shift is happening inside me. It’s so unreal how I could vividly feel it and for just a moment, just a flicker, my eyes weren’t mine anymore.