REJECTED BY THE ALPHA

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

Immediately Logan pushed open the door to his room, his expression calm and unreadable as always.

Megan sat calmly on his bed, legs crossed like she owned the space. Beside her were two neatly packed boxes.

For a second, Logan just stared.

Megan looked… perfect.

She always did.

Her fair skin seemed to glow under the soft light, her oval face flawless and composed. Her piercing light eyes carried a quiet confidence—one that came from knowing exactly who she was and what she was destined to be. Her dark brown wavy hair fell elegantly over her shoulders, framing her delicate features—her straight nose, her soft pink lips curved into a subtle smile.

She was powerful.

Graceful.

Every inch an Alpha’s daughter.

Every inch a Luna.

And for years now… she had been his choice. He had to he was already close to thirty and once he gets back he will be Alpha

“Babe,” Logan said, raising a brow slightly. “You packed?”

Megan smiled, standing up slowly. “Yeah, I did.” She gestured to the boxes. “Yours too.”

Logan gave a small nod.

“Hmm. Let’s go.”

He walked up to her, taking her hand and pulling her up effortlessly before wrapping an arm around her waist.

Megan slid her arms around his neck, smiling up at him before pressing her lips against his.

“I can’t wait to meet your family,” she whispered against his lips.

Their kiss deepened—slow, heated, familiar.

Comfort.

Not fate.

But enough.

After a moment, Logan pulled back slightly. “We should go. They’re waiting.”

He picked up the bags, and together, they walked out.

Back at the Pack House

The pack house was alive.

More alive than Elena had ever seen it.

Music echoed through the grand hall, blending with laughter, voices, and the clinking of glasses. Warm golden lights reflected off polished floors, casting a glow over the elegantly dressed guests.

Tonight wasn’t just a celebration.

It was a gathering of power.

The next-in-lines had returned—the future Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and elite warriors.

Everyone who mattered was here.

Everyone… except her.

Elena stood quietly at the edge of the hall, holding a tray of drinks.

Her eyes moved across the room, watching the joy, the laughter, the life.

But she felt none of it.

Everyone looked happy.

Excited.

Alive.

And then there was her.

Invisible.

“Hey.”

Elena turned slightly at the sound of Camila’s voice.

Camila stepped beside her, radiant in the gown they had chosen earlier. She looked like she belonged here—like she was meant to be seen.

“You okay?” Camila asked softly.

Elena nodded quickly. “I’m fine.”

Camila frowned. “You’ve been quiet all evening. Did someone say something again?”

Elena forced a smile. “No… nothing like that.”

Camila didn’t believe her—but she didn’t push.

“Just stay close to me, okay?”

Elena hesitated.

Stay?

No…

Not tonight.

“I will,” she said anyway.

Camila smiled and squeezed her hand before being called away.

And just like that—

Elena was alone again.

But then—

Something shifted.

A strange feeling curled deep inside her chest.

“Elena…”

She froze.

Her heart skipped.

“Yes?” she whispered, turning—but no one was looking at her.

Everyone was busy.

Laughing.

Dancing.

“Elena… it’s me.”

Her breath caught.

“…Lena?”

Her wolf.

After so long.

Tears filled her eyes instantly.

“I miss you,” Elena whispered, covering her mouth.

“I know, kid,” Lena’s voice echoed softly in her mind. “And I’m back… little by little.”

Before Elena could respond—

She was shoved harshly to the side.

“Watch it, Omega.”

Her body stiffened.

“I—I’m sorry,” she whispered, lowering her gaze.

The man scoffed and walked past her.

Like she was nothing.

Elena clenched her hands.

Nothing new.

Just another reminder.

But tonight… something felt different.

Something was changing.

And suddenly—

She knew.

This was her chance.

While everyone was distracted…

She could leave.

Elena quietly placed the tray down and glanced around one last time.

Her eyes found Camila.

Laughing.

Happy.

Safe.

A sharp pain hit her chest.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered.

Then she turned—

And walked away.

Freedom

The cool night air hit her instantly.

Fresh.

Open.

Free.

Elena didn’t stop walking.

Not once.

She passed the gardens.

The training grounds.

The borders.

She didn’t take anything with her.

There was nothing to take.

Except the necklace around her neck—the one that had always been there.

The one no one could remove.

Her only mystery.

Her only belonging.

“Just a little further…” she whispered.

The forest stood ahead.

Dark.

Unknown.

But safer than that place.

She stepped forward—

And then—

It hit her.

A powerful wave of energy.

Elena gasped, stumbling as her hand flew to her chest.

“What… is this?”

Inside her—

Lena stirred.

Restless.

Awake.

Drawn.

Her breathing became uneven.

Her heart raced wildly.

And then—

A scent.

Strong.

Overwhelming.

Addictive.

Her entire body froze.

Mate.

Her eyes widened in horror.

“No…”

Not now.

Not like this.

Not when she was leaving.

But her body betrayed her.

Her wolf surged forward, desperate.

Needy.

Her feet began to move on their own.

“No—stop!” Elena whispered, trying to fight it.

But it was useless.

The bond was pulling her.

Harder.

Stronger.

Until—

She crashed into someone.

Logan stopped abruptly, His entire body went rigid The world… faded All he could smell—Was her. His mate, His real mate After years of waiting, After years of nothing. She was here. Right in front of him.

“Elena…” he breathed, though he didn’t even know her name or even know her yet. It was as if the name was already imprinted in him

Their eyes met.

And time stopped.

Elena’s heart pounded painfully.

This was him.

Her mate.

The one person meant for her.

And yet—

Fear filled her instead of joy.

Because standing behind him—

Was Megan.

Megan’s sharp eyes narrowed instantly.

“What’s going on?” she asked, stepping forward.

Logan didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

He was staring at Elena like she was the only thing in existence.

“Elena…” Lena whispered inside her. “He’s ours.”

Tears filled Elena’s eyes.

No.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

Not when she was nothing.

Not when he had someone else.

“Logan?” Megan’s voice hardened.

That snapped him out of it.

Reality came crashing back.

Megan.

His chosen mate. His future Luna. His responsibility. His decision And then he looked back at Elena—Really looked at her.

Her simple dress.

Her trembling hands.

Her Omega scent.

And something inside him… conflicted.

This was his mate.

But she wasn’t who he had imagined.

She wasn’t Megan.

And everything had already been decided.

Logan’s jaw tightened.

“No…” he muttered.

Elena’s heart shattered at that single word.

Megan stepped closer, her presence dominant. “What is it?”

Logan exhaled slowly.

Then, coldly—

“She’s my mate.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Deadly.

Megan’s expression darkened for a split second—

Then she laughed softly.

“An Omega?” she said, almost amused.

Elena flinched.

Logan didn’t deny it.

Didn’t defend her.

And that hurt more than anything.

Megan stepped beside him, placing a hand on his chest.

“And what are you going to do about it?” she asked quietly.

Logan didn’t hesitate.

His voice turned firm.

Emotionless.

“I reject her.”

Everything stopped.

Elena felt it before he even said the words.

Felt the bond trembling.

Breaking.

“Why would the Moon Goddess give me such a weak mate?” he sneers.

“I, Alpha Logan of the Bright Moon Pack, reject you, Elena.”

The words sliced through her.

Pain exploded in her chest, dropping her to her knees.

Her wolf cried out in agony.

Elena gasped, clutching her heart as tears streamed down her face.

But Logan didn’t move. Didn't help. Didn’t even look affected. Megan watched calmly, waiting.

Elena lifted her head slowly. Her eyes met Logan’s. For a second—Just one second—She saw something there.

Conflict.

But it disappeared just as quickly.

Replaced with cold resolve.

“Elena…” Lena whispered weakly. “Don’t accept it…”

Elena’s hands trembled.

Accept it?

Accept being discarded?

Rejected?

Like she was nothing?

No.

Something inside her snapped.

She slowly pushed herself up, despite the pain.

Despite the broken bond tearing through her.

And then—

She spoke.

“I… refuse.”

Logan’s eyes flickered in surprise.

Megan’s brows furrowed.

“You don’t get to break me like I’m nothing,” Elena continued, her voice shaking but firm. “I refuse your rejection.”

The bond didn’t sever completely.

It lingered.

Painful.

Unstable.

Unfinished.

Logan frowned. “You can’t—”

“I can,” she said, stepping back.

Tears blurred her vision.

Her heart ached.

But she wouldn’t let him see her break.

Not completely.

“Keep your perfect Luna,” she whispered.

Then—

She turned.

And ran.

“Elena!” Logan called out instinctively.

But she didn’t stop.

Didn’t look back.

Didn’t care.

Her feet carried her deep into the forest, faster than she had ever run before.

Branches scratched her skin.

The ground tore at her feet.

But she didn’t feel it.

All she felt—

Was pain.

Her chest burned.

Her wolf cried.

The bond pulsed violently inside her.

Half-broken.

Half-alive.

“Elena…” Lena whispered weakly.

“I’m okay,” Elena lied. But she wasn’t, not even close.

Back at the clearing—

Logan stood frozen.

His chest is tight.

Something… felt wrong.

The bond wasn’t gone.

It was still there.

Faint.

Unstable.

And it irritated him.

Megan crossed her arms. “Why didn’t it complete?”

Logan didn’t answer.

His eyes remained fixed on the direction Elena had run.

For the first time—

Doubt crept in.

But he pushed

it down.

“She’s just an Omega,” he muttered.

Megan studied him carefully.

Then she stepped closer, placing a hand on his cheek.

“You made the right choice,” she said softly.

Logan nodded.

But his mind wasn’t fully there.

Because somewhere deep in the forest—

He could still feel her.

And it wouldn’t go away.