The Alpha's Rejected Mate

Two

Chapter 2

Una

Two Days passed and the Annual Wolves Gathering and soon I was standing in the grand hall, surrounded by a sea of Alphas and Betas, I am acutely aware of the power that emanates from each individual. My wolf within me whimpers, overwhelmed by the sheer strength of their auras. But my excitement and determination overshadow any trace of fear, urging me forward to fulfill my duties at the Wolves Gathering.

With a steady gait, I navigate the bustling crowd, the air crackling with a palpable energy. The weight of responsibility rests upon my shoulders as I weave through the throng, carrying trays of delicacies and refilling goblets with rich, crimson wine. The scent of mouthwatering dishes mingles with the mingling fragrances of the gathered wolves, creating a heady concoction that fills the hall.

And then, as I lower my gaze to retrieve an empty platter, my eyes are drawn upward, compelled to look upon the being that has commanded my attention. He stands amidst the powerful Alphas, a figure that exudes both strength and allure. It is Alpha Killian, the formidable leader of the Dark Wood Pack.

With his dark hair cascading around his chiseled features and piercing cold blue eyes that seem to hold a glint of untamed fire, he commands attention effortlessly. Tales of his power and dominance have reverberated through the packs, whispered secrets shared in hushed tones. Yet, seeing him before me, I am struck by a realization that sends a shiver down my spine—our eyes meet, and in that fleeting moment, a connection is forged.

"Mate," I whisper breathlessly, scarcely believing the words that escape my lips. Fate has woven its intricate tapestry, intertwining our paths in this fateful encounter. I had never dared to dream that I would find my mate amidst the chaos and servitude that has consumed my existence.

As I continue to serve, my senses remain attuned to Killian's presence. I catch glimpses of him, his powerful aura drawing my attention like a magnet. Our gazes meet sporadically, each exchange deepening the connection that thrums between us. It is an invisible thread that binds our souls, whispering promises of an intertwined future.

Jealousy, an unwelcome guest, takes hold of my heart as I witness the blonde-haired woman intertwine her hand with Killian's, her lips grazing his cheek in an intimate gesture. A pang of longing mixed with a tinge of anger courses through me, fueling an impulsive decision. In a moment of rashness, I allow my emotions to guide me, crossing the room with purpose.

I seize a cup filled with a refreshing drink, my hand trembling with a mixture of jealousy and determination. Without considering the consequences, I propel the liquid forward, aiming it squarely at the interloper who has stolen my mate's attention. The room falls into a stunned silence as the drink splashes against her, drenching her gown and staining her golden locks.

Shadows of shock and disbelief ripple across the faces of those present as my actions and Killian's rejection reverberate through the room. But amidst the stunned silence, one figure breaks free from the collective stupor. It is the girl, the interloper who had dared to lay claim to my mate's affections.

With a swift and unexpected movement, she snaps, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and arrogance. "How dare you!" she exclaims, her eyes narrowed with venomous intent. "You think you can just throw your pathetic drink and tarnish my moment with Alpha Killian? Know your place, Omega!"

Her words slice through the air like a venomous blade, searing through the remnants of my shattered heart. Anguish transforms into a surge of fiery determination, igniting a spark of defiance within me. No longer willing to cower in the face of rejection, I meet her gaze with unyielding resolve.

"I know my place," I retort, my voice steady despite the roiling emotions within me. "But I will not stand idly by as another attempts to claim what is rightfully mine."

Confusion flickers across her face, momentarily silencing her arrogant retort. The room, once filled with whispers of speculation, now hangs on the precipice of anticipation, awaiting the unfolding confrontation between two women fighting for their place in the heart of an Alpha.

Killian's eyes dart between us, his expression a mix of surprise and bewilderment. The realization dawns upon him, the undeniable truth of our connection piercing through the fog of his rejection. "Mate," he murmurs, his voice laden with a tinge of anger.

As Killian's piercing gaze locks onto me, his eyes seething with anger and contempt, a chill runs down my spine. The warmth that had once flickered in his gaze has been extinguished, replaced by a burning resentment that leaves me breathless.

His hand closes around my arm, his grip tight and unyielding. I can feel the strength in his grasp, a painful reminder of the power dynamics at play. His eyes rove over me, from head to toe, and disgust etches deep lines on his face. It is as if my broken leg, a constant reminder of my sacrifice and bravery, is now a grotesque blemish that taints his perception of me.

"I, Alpha Killian, reject you as my mate," he states firmly, his voice ringing out across the room with an authority that echoes through my soul.

The words strike me like a lightning bolt, each syllable carrying the weight of finality. The dream I held onto, the hope of a shared future, crumbles before my eyes, leaving only the harsh reality in its wake.

"Guards!" he commands, his voice echoing through the hall. "Escort this broken thing out of my sight."

The air becomes heavy with tension as the guards, like silent shadows, materialize around us. Their presence is a stark reminder of the power that Killian wields, the authority he possesses over their loyalty. I am powerless against their might, against the force that seeks to cast me aside.

I try to meet Killian's gaze, searching for a flicker of remorse or a trace of the love we once seemed destined to share. But all I see is a void, an absence of compassion and understanding. His next words strike like a final blow to my already shattered heart.

"I am to marry the daughter of my co-Alpha," he states coldly, his voice devoid of any tenderness. "She is a reflection of my status, my power. I have no interest in broken things like you."