Rejected
1308 Words
The Alpha King has died.
The news spread like wildfire across the five packs of Fenrir Republic; The South Pack, The Black Claw Pack, The Night pack, The White Fur pack and The Blood Rose Pack.
I was serving breakfast when I overheard Alpha Randolph breaking the news to Alpha Gunner.
“This is our chance, Gunner,” Alpha Randolph tapped him on the shoulder. “If all turns out well, you might just become the next Alpha king.”
Alpha Gunner was strong, no doubt. I've seen him take down ten Betas all by himself without breaking a sweat.
He was more than qualified to be Alpha king.
The only trouble is his personality. He doesn't give off the aura of an Alpha King.
At least, that was what I believe.
In a nation of werewolves such as Fenrir Republic, an Alpha king was the most powerful and revered person.
Humans refer to him as president, but we werewolves call him the Alpha king.
“Would Alpha Leonidas be in attendance at the new moon festival?” Alpha Gunner asked, worried creases forming on his face.
Alpha Leonidas. I've heard about him. The most hated and feared Alpha.
I learned he was isolated because of his curse.
I still haven't got the full gist of him, but from the little I gathered, Alpha Leonidas was a force to be reckoned with.
“I spoke with the other pack alphas,” Alpha Randolph said. “I lost the vote against inviting him to the festival. We have decided that all alphas must be present at the festival, Leonidas included.”
Alpha Gunner didn't like this. “That bastard. I hate him with every fiber of my being.”
I spilled Alpha Gunner's tea on his lap.
I covered my mouth with my hands, my body shaking in fear. “I-I'm sorry—”
Alpha Gunner didn't let me finish. His big hand connected to my face, smacking me down against the wall.
“Pathetic,” he spat on me and walked out of the dining hall.
Alpha Randolph took one good look at me, then ordered. “What are you whimpering for? Clean up this mess!”
“Yes, Alpha Randolph.” I crawled to the table and began cleaning up the tea I spilled.
Just then, the door swung open and Beatrice stepped in.
Beatrice was the South Pack's Luna. Just like her son, she was strong and terrifying.
She hated anyone who stood below her. When she saw me cleaning up the mess I made, she wrinkled her nose.
“Lazy girl,” she snapped, kicking me in my abdomen. “Look at all these waste. You're so clumsy.”
The pain sapped through me, but I endured it. My body had become accustomed to Alpha Gunner's regular beatings that Beatrice's kicks didn't land that much weight.
After she was satisfied, using me as a kick bag, she turned to her husband. “I saw Gunner on my way out. He looked livid.”
“He's just mad Leonidas would attend the new moon festival,” Alpha Randolph said.
“I'll be enraged as well,” Beatrice drew a chair beside him and sat down. “The South Pack is hosting the new moon festival. I won't welcome that cursed man under my roof.”
“You don't have a choice, Beatrice,” Alpha Randolph sighed. “This is direct orders from the capital. We must choose our new Alpha king from among the five packs. Leonidas must be in attendance.”
Beatrice grumbled.
I finished cleaning my mess and exited the dining area.
On my way out, I ran into Alpha Gunner.
He had been waiting for me outside the dining chamber.
Before I could make a move, he grabbed me by my throat and pulled me close.
“Come with me,” he growled.
I swallowed. I'm I in trouble?
* * * *
Alpha Gunner held his knees, panting.
Dangling from his hand was his whip, which he had used to m******e me.
My back was burning with fresh bruises and cuts.
I had already lost count of how many times he had wiped me.
Fifty? Eighty? A hundred? It doesn't matter anymore. I was spent and tired of crying.
Alpha Gunner ran his hands over his sweating face. “There, I feel better now.”
I said nothing. I remained tied up to the wall, my back turned to him, my eyes lifeless.
Alpha Gunner wandered over to me, his eyes glassy. “I'm sure you're aware of what's going on, bitch.”
I was too weak to reply. I nodded.
“Good,” he grabbed my cheeks with one hand and squeezed it tight. “Now that I've released my frustration, it's time we have a talk. Until today, you've kept your mouth shut, not to reveal to anyone that I'm your mate.”
He paused, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “You did great. Soon, I'm going to become Alpha king. In order to qualify, I must find myself a Luna. There's no way in hell I'll make someone as weak and ugly as you are, my Luna."
My heart spasms. I could see where this was leading.
“In that regard, I will reject you and break the mate bond between us,” Alpha Gunner said.
I sniffed. “Okay. Do as you wish.”
He released my cheeks and stood to his full height. “Kylie, I Alpha Gunner rejects you as my mate!”
I bite my lips so hard I could taste blood. “I… I accept your rejection.”
“Excellent,” Alpha Gunner brought out his knife and cut down the ropes that were binding me. “Now get out of my sight.”
I picked up my dress and walked naked out of his room.
He wandered over to his inbuilt bar cabinet and mixed himself a drink. Not once did he turn to look at me.
I shared the maid's chamber with twenty other servants. When they saw me entered, all eyes glued to me.
I was a blooded mess.
Giving no one as much as a glance, I hurried to the bath and shut myself in.
Servants in Alpha Randolph's mansion were always treated badly, but I was the only one who had it rough.
We were all bought as slaves, but I was worse off than the others.
No one asked me questions. They all know I've been in Gunner's chamber.
I didn't sleep that night. My mate bond with Alpha Gunner had been broken.
I should be happy, but somehow I wasn't. Instead, I felt heartbroken.
* * * *
“Wake up! Wake up! The Luna is coming.”
The servant's woke up in panic as they scurried around the room.
Everyone struggled into their clothes and stood in a single file as Beatrice entered the servant's chamber.
“Good morning, Luna,” we all greeted in unison.
Beatrice faced us, her eyes filled with disgust. “I'm sure you're all aware of the forthcoming new moon festival. It's happening this Sunday. We have but three days to prepare for it. The four packs would all be in attendance.”
Silence. No one was about to say a thing until the Luna was done talking.
She continued. “The entire mansion must be sparkling clean. I would assign some of you to cleaning, some cooking, and other decorations.”
Everyone nodded.
Beatrice's eyes landed on me. “Kylie,” she barked.
I looked up. “Yes, my Luna.”
“You'll be responsible for washing all the important guests' feet. Just you,” she said.
I groaned. Feet Wash was torture, but who am I to complain?
I bowed. “As you wish, my Luna.”
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