Rejected By My Ex, Claimed By The Supreme Alpha

The words echoed through the silent, packed hall like a tolling bell, shattering the last remaining piece of my world. “Alessia Montclair, I reject you as my sworn mate and rescind my claim on you!” The sound reverberated inside my skull, leaving behind a sharp, suffocating ache. I stared at Dorian, unable to process what he had just said. It felt like an impossible nightmare, an illusion unfolding right before my eyes, but the agonizing burn in my chest made the reality unmistakable. Dorian… my Dorian, who had held me just an hour ago and promised me a lifetime together. I was his sworn mate, claimed and chosen. He was supposed to mark me the moment my wolf surfaced today, binding us forever so nothing in this life could tear us apart. Yet here he was, throwing me away. “Dorian, you can’t—” My voice fractured into a desperate sob as I reached out from the cold floor, my fingers trembling as I tried to grab the hem of his trousers. Just moments ago, after my wolf failed to emerge while everyone else my age successfully transformed, he had shoved me down like trash. “Don’t you dare touch me, you little piece of s**t,” he snarled, glaring down at me with golden eyes full of raw disgust. I shrank back, terrified by the revulsion on his face. A short while ago, he had been whispering eternal promises to me. Now he looked at me like I was absolute scum beneath his boots. Disbelief and suffocating grief pressed down on my chest so heavily I couldn’t breathe. Never, not even in my worst nightmares, had I imagined Dorian would ever look at me this way. “I will not take a wolfless, arrogant b***h as my mate or my Luna.” As if humiliating me in front of our entire pack and the visiting guests wasn’t enough, my sworn mate reached out and wrapped his arm around the delicate, red-haired woman standing beside him. My eyes widened in sheer horror. “Celeste is my mate and the future Luna of the Bloodstone Pack. You are no longer accepted here, Alessia,” the Alpha Heir declared, his voice cold and final. My gaze drifted down to Celeste’s fair neck, where a fresh, angry mark stood out against her skin. He had marked another woman—a woman he had always claimed to dislike, someone we all assumed would remain an Omega due to her timid nature. Celeste was known as the pack’s fragile, innocent flower, gentle and meek. Or at least, that was the act she had fed everyone, because right now she was looking down at me with a subtle, victorious smirk. And then there was me. Alessia Montclair. The daughter of the Bloodstone Pack’s Beta. The girl everyone looked up to and catered to because they believed I was destined to be their future Luna alongside Dorian. Now, I was reduced to this: a disgraced girl rejected in public. How could he do this to me after everything we had shared since childhood? Today was my eighteenth birthday, the day I was supposed to awaken my wolf. Everyone had anticipated this moment, turning alongside me, but while every other member of our age group transformed, I remained entirely empty. I was terrified and confused about why my wolf hadn’t surfaced, but the nightmare didn’t end there. Not only had I turned out wolfless, but my body had suddenly begun releasing potent, uncontrolled pheromones, causing the surrounding males to lose control. The moment they realized the scent belonged to a wolfless, they backed away in disgust—including Dorian, and even worse, my own parents. Now, sprawled on the floor of the great hall, the girl who rarely let emotion break her and feared almost nothing felt a cold, paralyzing terror grip her soul. I knew what awaited me if Dorian refused to stand by his promise to mate with me. Not that it was possible now that he had marked another, but as Alpha Heir, his word still carried the authority to protect me today. Without it, I was doomed. Being wolfless and unmated in our world was the worst possible fate. Crawling forward across the hard floor, I swallowed every ounce of my pride, reaching out to him again as I openly begged, “Please don’t do this to me. You know what will happen to me if you throw me away. You—” Dorian let out a frigid laugh, tightening his grip around Celeste. She clung to his side, gazing down at me with a sickening look of mock pity, though I knew the malice underneath it. “I never thought I’d see the day Alessia Montclair begged anyone,” he mocked with a cruel smirk. “Are you really so terrified of the fate awaiting the wolfless and unmated that you’d crawl like a dog? Poor thing.” He leaned down, dropping his voice so only I could hear his poison. “I never actually wanted you as my mate, Alessia. The Moon Goddess just handed me the perfect excuse to throw you away. You’re a selfish b***h, and I might have tolerated you if you weren’t so full of yourself. Celeste is the one I wanted from the very beginning.” Reeling from the shock, I stared up at him. “I thought… you hated Celeste?” Dorian scoffed, his eyes flashing with disdain. “She and I have been enjoying each other while you were busy doing my assignments so I could pass the Alpha test. Thanks to your hard work, I passed, and now I have all the power I need to protect my real mate. Enjoy the rest of your life as a Hollow, Alessia.” A Hollow. The lowest of the low, ranked far below even the Omegas… was that truly what my life was reduced to now? He smirked at my shattered expression, clearly drinking in the devastation and shock drowning my tear-filled blue eyes. Why? That was the only question screaming inside my head. I had given him all my time, my devotion, and my effort—paying people to gather intel, going behind my own father’s back to spy so Dorian could secure his position as Alpha Heir over his brother. And after everything, he rejected me for Celeste, a woman who had never lifted a finger to help him. Enjoy the rest of your life as a Hollow. The words sparked a wave of sheer panic that momentarily drowned out the agony of his betrayal. I frantically looked around the room, taking in the sight of my pack members covering their noses, staring down at me like I was something filthy dragged out of a sewer. No. No, no, no. I couldn’t become a Hollow. My eyes swept to the side of the hall where my parents stood with my brother and sister. But before I could even crawl toward them to beg for their help, they all took a deliberate step backward. That single movement was a clear, brutal message: they were cutting me off. Not you too. Not after everything I gave up for you. “Mom, Dad, please help me!” I shrieked in absolute agony, forcing my trembling body up to run toward them. “Don’t let them do this to me! I can’t be a Hollow! Please, I’ll do whatever you want—just don’t abandon me!” Before I could reach them, my father, the Beta of the Bloodstone Pack, barked an order to the Deltas guarding the hall. “Remove this filth from my sight before she taints us any further!” “Drag her out so we can finally breathe!” others shouted—the very same people who, an hour ago, were showering me with praise and boasting about waiting for me to become their Luna. Suddenly, a heavy boot slammed hard into my gut before I could reach my father. The blow sent me flying backward, crashing onto the hard floor with enough force to shatter my spine. Yet, I barely registered the physical pain, because I knew that becoming a Hollow meant facing something far worse than death. I couldn’t let this be my life. Desperate, I looked up to beg Dorian one last time, or anyone who would hear me, but my eyes locked onto his new mate instead. Celeste was standing beside him with a subtle, triumphant smile—the pack’s innocent flower revealing her true face. “Please, hurry and get her out of here so my mate can breathe,” Celeste cooed, gently rubbing Dorian’s chest while looking down at me with fake sympathy. “Look at him, he looks so sick from her scent.” My pride was completely obliterated. My parents had disowned me with a single step back, the people who once praised me now openly humiliated me, and my reputation had been completely ruined in a matter of minutes. What else could I possibly lose? Hot, bitter tears born of pure rage spilled over my lashes, tracking down my cheeks as I stared at the two of them, then at the crowd, and finally at the approaching Deltas coming to drag me away. Dorian’s green eyes flickered with brief surprise as he caught sight of my tears. It was the first time he had ever seen me cry. A cruel smile almost formed on his lips at the realization that he had finally broken the pack’s ice queen, but then he hesitated as he looked closer. They weren’t tears of sorrow. They were tears of pure, unadulterated fury. Everything in my field of vision turned a blinding shade of red. I forced myself up off the ground like a phoenix rising from ash, every fiber of my being screaming to draw blood. A fiery, dangerous energy flared deep inside my veins—something I had never felt before, born out of deep resentment and the brutal betrayal of everyone I had ever trusted. But the moment I lunged forward to attack, Dorian, who knew my instincts all too well, saw it coming. He intercepted me, wrapping his hand tightly around my throat and choking the air straight out of my lungs. With his other hand, he backhanded me across the face twice, slapping me so hard that blood burst across my tongue and my vision blurred into darkness. “b***h, you really think you can attack my mate right in front of me?” he hissed, his face inches from mine. “You’ve served your purpose in my life, Alessia. You always acted like you were better than me, making me feel like a fool. Now you get to taste what that feels like. Nobody likes you—not even your adoptive parents. You’ll never amount to anything after today.” He struck me again, completely erasing the memory of every single time I had taken the blame for his mistakes, every night I had stayed up working to secure his crown. The physical pain of his fists was nothing compared to the violent tearing in my heart as he threw my battered body into the hands of the waiting Deltas, pulling Celeste back against his side. “Take her away.” No. No! NO! I screamed endlessly inside my head, but no sound could escape my bloody, split lips as I was dragged out, my eyes locked on Dorian and the cheering crowd. Being a Hollow was a fate far worse than dying, and as the heavy doors slammed shut behind me, I realized I would have chosen death a thousand times over. Because just like everyone else in this room, I knew there was no escaping this hell.