Public Humiliation
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The world didn’t just stop.
It caved in.
Elena stared at Alexander as if her mind had short‑circuited, as if the air had been punched out of her lungs. The word he’d spoken kept ricocheting inside her skull, cruel and metallic.
Reject.
Reject.
Reject.
The pain hit a heartbeat later—sharp, merciless, slicing through her chest like something meant to kill. Her knees trembled. Her vision wavered.
Around her, the crowd erupted.
“What did he say?”
“He rejected her!”
“The Alpha rejected his mate!”
“No way…”
Their voices blurred into a single, suffocating roar.
Elena’s breath came in uneven gasps.
Her wolf cried out inside her—raw, wounded, betrayed.
Mate…
Why?
Why was this happening?
Just minutes ago, she had dared to believe the Moon Goddess had finally given her something—someone—to hold on to.
Now fate was grinding her into the dirt.
Alexander stood on the platform like a monument carved from winter.
Cold.
Still.
Untouched by the devastation he’d caused.
His gray eyes held nothing.
No mercy.
No hesitation.
No regret.
He looked at her as if she were a mistake.
As if she had never mattered.
Tatiana’s lips curled into a slow, poisonous smile.
She stepped forward, wrapping her arm around Alexander like she was claiming a trophy.
The sight twisted another blade inside Elena’s chest.
“So it’s true,” Tatiana announced, loud enough for the entire pack to hear.
“The Moon Goddess paired the Alpha with a servant Omega.”
Laughter exploded.
Elena lowered her gaze, heat burning her cheeks.
Humiliation crawled over her skin like fire.
“You should be grateful, Elena,” Tatiana added sweetly.
“Most girls would never get this close to Alexander.”
More laughter.
Even the elders looked uneasy.
Rejecting a mate was rare.
Rejecting one publicly was almost unthinkable.
Yet no one stepped forward.
No one defended her.
No one ever had.
Alexander’s voice cut through the noise.
“My future Luna must strengthen Silver Fang.”
Emotionless.
Detached.
Final.
“A weak Omega cannot stand beside me.”
The crowd nodded, eager to agree.
Elena had always been the weakest.
The servant.
The orphan.
The invisible one.
Tatiana squeezed Alexander’s arm, triumphant.
“At least our Alpha knows what’s best for the pack.”
Tears burned behind Elena’s eyes.
She refused to let them fall.
Not here.
Not in front of him.
Her wolf whimpered, the bond tearing apart inside her—thread by thread.
The agony was unbearable.
For a moment—just a flicker—Alexander’s eyes softened.
Barely.
A c***k in the ice.
Then it vanished.
Elena saw it.
That tiny hesitation.
That tiny sign that he felt something.
And somehow, that hurt even more.
Because it meant he knew.
He knew he was breaking her.
And he was doing it anyway.
The elder stepped forward, voice trembling.
“Alpha Alexander Blackwood… do you truly wish to proceed with the rejection?”
Silence fell.
Alexander didn’t look away from Elena.
“Yes.”
The final thread snapped.
A scream tore through Elena’s soul—silent to the world, deafening inside her.
Her wolf collapsed.
Her chest burned.
Her vision blurred.
She staggered backward, clutching herself as if she could hold her heart together.
Wolves laughed.
Others stared.
No one helped.
Tatiana looked delighted.
“You should leave.”
Elena lifted her head, dazed.
“What?”
Tatiana stepped closer, her perfume suffocating.
“You embarrassed the Alpha simply by existing.”
The crowd chuckled.
Elena’s hands curled into fists.
Years of insults.
Years of humiliation.
Years of swallowing pain until it tasted normal.
But this…
This was different.
This was the death of every dream she had ever dared to have.
Alexander said nothing.
His silence was a blade sharper than any insult.
Tatiana leaned in, whispering:
“Did you really believe someone like him could ever choose someone like you?”
The words hit their mark.
Because Elena had believed it.
For a few fragile minutes…
She had believed fate would save her.
She had been foolish.
The ceremony resumed as if nothing had happened.
Music.
Laughter.
Dancing.
As if her world hadn’t just shattered.
Elena turned away.
She couldn’t stay.
Not another second.
But before she could escape, a familiar voice stopped her.
Diana.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Elena froze.
Diana approached with a satisfied smile.
“You’re still responsible for cleaning after the celebration.”
More laughter.
Someone clapped.
Elena felt numb.
Diana shoved a bucket into her hands.
“Get back to work, Omega.”
For a moment, Elena imagined throwing the bucket.
Imagined screaming.
Imagined breaking something—anything.
But nothing would change.
So she took the bucket.
And walked away.
The crowd laughed behind her.
Every step felt heavier.
She didn’t see Alexander watching her leave.
Didn’t see the conflict in his eyes.
Didn’t see the blood dripping from his clenched fists.
Didn’t hear his wolf raging.
Fool.
What have you done?
Alexander ignored the voice.
Ignored the guilt.
Ignored the pain.
He had made his choice.
Or so he believed.
Hours later, the celebration died down.
The pack grounds were quiet.
The moon hung high, cold and indifferent.
Elena finished cleaning the last table.
Her body ached.
Her soul hurt more.
She wanted to disappear.
To run.
To never see Silver Fang again.
A cold wind swept through the courtyard.
Footsteps approached.
Elena turned.
Her breath caught.
Alexander stood there.
Alone.
Watching her.
The mate bond may have been rejected, but the tension remained—heavy, electric, dangerous.
He took a step toward her.
And said something that froze her blood.
“Tomorrow morning, you’re leaving Silver Fang Pack.”
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