The Reincarnated Wolf

Before my rejection

[EMELDA POV]

As people congratulated me throughout the night, I felt conflicted. I kept wondering what they would say if they knew I was really just an omega. The image of being rejected by the Pack I’ve always loved made me nauseous.

Danielle seemed none the wiser either. She ran up and hugged me tightly. Zach followed close behind her. They both congratulated me and started planning when we could all go running together. I tried to keep the anxious bile from rising in my throat.

I pulled Dany out to the dance floor. Letting my mind be distracted by the music and movement. I was on the dance floor when the smell enveloped my senses. It was a warm scent. It was the kind of scent that you followed to find some kind of sweet treat. I looked around, not noticing my nose was twitching.

“Do you smell something nice?” Dany’s voice interrupted my thoughts. She sounded excited.

“Something smells so…” I stopped as I realized I must be scenting out my mate.

“He’s here, isn’t he? Your mate!” Dany was bubbling with joy.

It was then that I found those dark alluring eyes from earlier. I felt the mate bond snap into place. It was such an intense feeling it almost hurt. There was now a strumming invisible tie between me and this mysterious man.

I continued dancing to the music while trying to read his expression. I couldn’t tell if he was going to come to talk to me, or maybe he wanted me to come to him. His eyes followed me, but the rest of his face looked…displeased.

Does he know I am an omega wolf? I feared.

Maybe I am crazy, but I think he tilted his head to signal me to follow him? He’d been watching me dance for an unknown amount of time. Would it be weird if I followed him? Should I follow him?

Before I could continue questioning myself, my body was already moving in that direction. Whether it was my wolf or just my instincts, I was following him. It was an overwhelming feeling, like I was being dragged to him by some incredible force. The desire to be with my mate was the most powerful sensation I’d ever felt. Which is saying a lot since I just experienced my first shift.

I followed him into one of the many gardens peppered throughout the pack lands. The smell of my mate mingled so well with the beautiful smells of the flowers. The moonlight cast over the man like a spotlight. He was spectacular. I could spend forever just staring at him. When he turned to look at me, his face made my heart ache.

“This must be a colossal joke by the Moon Goddess,” he snapped. His voice was so erotic to me, but his words made me tremble. I bit my lip to stop a whimper from escaping. He stared at my lips and for a moment a look of something crossed his eyes.

“I…” I started. My voice was barely there. I sounded so weak and pathetic.

“It isn’t possible for you to be my mate pup,” he said sternly. Did he not feel anything at all?

“Then…why do I feel…” I was becoming angry with myself for sounding so broken. The way he looked at me made it clear that he saw me as weak.

“Emelda Mori, I have to reject…” he began. A surge of pain was already racing through my veins, and he’d just barely said anything.

Before he could finish declaring his rejection of our mate bond, a piercing howl tore through the air. Then the unmistakable smell of blood. Metallic and strong. My mate was gone before I even registered which direction it was coming from.

I ran back towards the festival. With my wolf now, my senses are heightened. I could sense my parents, so I ran towards them. Only now do I realize I can also feel something else. I can feel their panic.

My parents panic? My parents are so strong I couldn’t imagine they would ever panic about anything. But both were radiating a sense of dread through our family bond.

My wolf wanted out, but I could get back faster through a shortcut and my wolf form would be too large to fit through. Growing up, I always explored our pack. I knew every nook and cranny of this land. I wiggled myself through a narrow gap between two buildings and saw a sight that hurt more than my shift.

We were under attack. These weren’t rogue wolves attacking us. From the looks alone, they were clearly wolves from the Royal Pack. We were under attack by the King of Wolves himself. But why? We were a part of the kingdom. My family has been assets to the wolf kingdom since its foundation. Being mystic wolves gave us special abilities not even the royal pack had. We’d never tried to rule. We’ve always bowed to the Royal Pack. So how was this happening?

I rushed forward, trying to stop the bleeding from one of the wounded pack members. The ground had turned into a sea of red. Most of the bodies were beyond help…some beyond recognition. As my hands applied pressure to my pack member's neck, I felt the warm blood leak through my fingers. The man opened his mouth to speak to me but only gargled up blood.

“You don’t have to say anything. Just focus on your wolf spirit. Try to match my breathing.” I instructed. Our pack healer was like a nanny to me. I stuck to her like glue when I was growing up. I wouldn’t be much help in this fight, but this was something I could do. I felt the man’s wound begin to close as his wolf spirit started to heal the wound.

WHACK! Something slammed into my body, sending me flying into a food stand nearby.

Rules of war allow protection for healers on the battlefield. What is happening? These are royal warriors. I could not believe they would attack someone providing aid. I felt my wolf shivering inside. Not like she wanted to shift but like she was afraid.

Omega wolves rarely fight. Being surrounded by royal wolf warriors, I understood why she would be afraid. Their warriors were all upper ranked. They even had Alpha ranked wolves in their top forces. Those who were alpha ranked but didn’t run a pack. I turned to see who threw me and saw my father attack the large wolf.

My father. I whimpered, seeing his usually strong imposing frame completely battered. His body was completely bathed in red. By the smell, I knew it was his blood. My father was hurt. I could feel his pain through our family bond. I’d never seen my father hurt before. He was indestructible. I watched in horror as five large wolves jumped on top of my father. I screamed, but no noise came out.

Suddenly, I was being hoisted away. It was my mate. I could feel our bond throbbing. I could feel the sparks along my skin from his contact. He was taking me away from my father, who needed me. I tried to claw away from my mate.

“Help him! He needs help!” I shouted. My voice was cracking with desperation.

“Your mother told me to get you away,” he informed me. His voice was so calm. I tried to sense his emotions, but we didn’t fully mate, so I couldn’t get much.

“My mom! Where? Mom?” my voice was so raw, so frantic. I almost didn’t recognize my own voice. I was looking everywhere, but my mate just kept carrying me. He pulled my face into his chest to avert my view. As much as I would love to just disappear into his embrace, my parents needed me…no…they needed help. And he was an Alpha wolf, right?

“Please help them. I promise you will never have to see me again. I will stay away from you. Just please.” I gasped for air after making my plea. He sat me down and ordered me to crawl into a thick bush. The bush was full of thorns, but it had an intense smell that would mask my presence.

“Stay.” He ordered. I wish I listened. I wish I’d stayed.