His Rejected mate

2.Runaway human?

After Alpha Dominic's rejection, my heart weighed heavy as I turned my back on Alpha's opulent mansion, each step echoing with that of a shattered dream, retracing my path through the once-familiar forest.

The laughter and joy of the pack's harsh celebration, a memory now etched with a touch of bitter irony, felt like a fading echo, hauntingly reminding me of the profound loss I had endured.

Returning to my modest home was a bittersweet experience, a bitter pill to swallow. My Omega parents, who had always borne the burden of being outsiders, had long harbored hatred towards me.

But as I stepped into our horrid home, their faces twisted with disdain and judgment. Their disappointment was evident, a painful reminder that I had failed them as much as I had failed myself. The pack's rejection of me had tainted them, and I couldn't bear the weight of their cruelty any longer.

In the early morning light, it was painfully evident that everyone had already received the word through the mind-link that bound our pack together.

It was a silent revelation that struck at the core of my being, but I can't say that I didn't expect it, prompting silent tears to stream down my cheeks as I realized the enormity of what had just transpired.

With a heart heavy and spirit crushed, I knew I had to escape from the house that had once been my sanctuary, now tainted with jeers.

Running away would be so much better, leaving behind the only life I had ever known, in pursuit of a fresh start, a place where I could finally belong, and where my wounded heart might find solace in the face of the deep scars left by Alpha Dominic's rejection.

I quietly stepped into the small, dimly lit living room of our modest home, the harsh reality of my rejection still fresh in my mind, I was met with a chilling picture.

Mocking sneers adorned the faces of my mother and younger sister. My mother, Clara, a woman who had grown hardened by years of trying to fit within the pack, regarded me with a mixture of disdain and pity.

"Well, well, well," she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "our little Freya, the rejected mate. I hope you're proud of yourself for bringing shame to this family once again!" The words cut deeper than any physical wound, and I knew that this was not just the end of a chapter but the beginning of a whole new, painful narrative in my life.

My younger sister, Mia, never one to miss an opportunity to inflict emotional pain as well, chimed in with a cruel, heartless laugh. "Yeah, Freya, you really messed up this time, didn't you? Who's going to want a mate who can't even keep an Alpha's interest?" I struggled to hold back the tears, desperately trying to defend myself against their scathing remarks. "It's not my fault," I protested, my voice trembling with a volatile mix of anger and heartache. "I didn't choose this path; it was chosen for me."

My mother's laughter, tainted by bitterness, filled the room like a venomous fog. "Oh, Freya, always the victim, aren't you? You've been a disappointment from the day you were born, and this rejection is just the height of your uselessness."

Mia eagerly joined in, her tone equally mocking and devoid of empathy. "Maybe you should've just stayed with Alpha Dominic, even if he doesn't want you and stay within the dungeon of his house. At least then you'd have some semblance of worth in the eyes of the pack, and you wouldn't be the laughingstock of the whole community."

Their taunts and jeers were relentless.

I stood there, the weight of their disdain and the remnants of Alpha Dominic's rejection began to carve deep scars on my wounded heart, and I knew that I had to run away from here, not just to find a place where I belonged but to prove, even to myself, that I was more than the sum of their scorn.

Not wanting to hear any more of their cruel words, I ran to my room, preparing to shut the door and take refuge in solitude, but an unexpected and powerful force gripped me, flinging me violently against the wall.

My vision blurred momentarily, and when it cleared, I found myself confronted by Linda, the daughter of beta Morgan, the one whom Alpha Dominic's mother suggested a marriage proposal to for her son. Her sneering, malicious grin struck fear into my heart as I struggled to regain my composure. I was no match against a wolf, much less a soon-to-be beta, which was the second most powerful werewolf after an alpha.

"Thought you could become Luna, didn't you?" Linda taunted. I could only manage a feeble shake of my head in response, unable to find my voice amidst the overwhelming dread and hatred I was feeling from everyone around me.

Accusatory and enraged, Linda continued, her voice dripping with anger, "You had the gall to sleep with my mate?! Who the hell do you think you are, you human termite?" Her snarl was chilling, making every inch of my body tremble with fear.

"I could end you right here, right now," Linda threatened, her eyes burning with the promise of killing me. "I doubt anyone would care. You're nothing more than the Alpha's rejected mate, and not even your own family, who are omega, give a damn about you. If you ever dare to take one step toward my mate again, you won't live to see another day."

"Do I make myself clear b***h?!" she yelled.

"Yes, Linda." I quickly answered, not wanting her to take her anger out more at me.

"That's Luna Linda to you!"

"Yes, Luna Linda." I cried.

With that being said, she left the room, leaving me with a chilling warning.

To my disbelief and dismay, I realized that my family knew of Linda's presence and her cruel intentions, yet they had chosen to remain silent, their laughter resonating through the floorboards from the gathering downstairs.

The stark reality of my isolation within the pack became painfully clear, and I understood that I had to summon every ounce of strength within me to face the challenges that lay ahead, alone and without support.

The echoes of their jeers and taunts continued to haunt my every thought, strengthening my resolve to escape the torment of my own family and pack.

For days, I had been meticulously crafting an escape plan, ensuring that every detail was covered. The relentless mockery of my family and pack members had now finally pushed me over the edge into finally running away for good. Alpha Dominic's rejection was the final straw for me. I would take no more of this!

Timing was everything. I waited patiently for a moonless night, when the shroud of darkness would be my closest ally. The wolves, with their keen night vision, would be at a disadvantage, granting me the cover I desperately needed.

Dressed in dark, nondescript clothing, I moved stealthily and with purpose, silently slipping out of my room. The attire I had chosen was more than just clothes; it was my armor, a symbol of my determination to move swiftly and soundlessly through the forest, my gateway to freedom from the prison of my past.

Leaving my home through a side entrance, I closed the door as quietly as a whisper, my senses heightened by the anticipation of escape. Every step I took was deliberate, guided by the meticulous planning that had gone into selecting the escape route. I had studied the surroundings thoroughly, ensuring I would avoid any areas with noisy gravel or branches that might betray my presence.

Before embarking on this journey into the unknown, I left behind a note on the kitchen table, explaining my departure. However, I had been careful to include a false destination, a web of deception that would make it exceedingly difficult for anyone to track my path.

In a deliberate act of detachment from my former life, I left everything behind except a small, unassuming bag. I had packed essential supplies to sustain me on my journey of getting away from my pack. The two pieces of clothes occupied the space within the bag, serving as my sole companions.

The weight of my past was heavy, but I carried with me the hope of a brighter future, a future where the scars of rejection might finally begin to heal.

With each step I took into the forest, my heart pounded in my chest, the pulse of fear and determination driving me forward. I knew that being vigilant was not an option but a necessity. Every rustle of leaves, every snapping twig, became a potential threat that could expose my presence.

For hours, I navigated the darkness, the moonless night, my silent guide. I followed my meticulously planned route, at times backtracking or taking indirect paths to create confusion for anyone who might attempt to follow in my footsteps. It was a harrowing journey through the veil of night.

When I finally reached a safe distance from the place I had once called home, the world opened up before me, a vast expanse full of possibilities. I embraced the profound significance of the first step I had taken toward a new beginning, a beginning untainted by the pain of rejection and the cruelty of my past.

I was free, unburdened by the shackles of my old life, leaving behind the heartache of rejection and cruelty. The path ahead was uncertain, but it was filled with the promise of acceptance and healing, a future where I could finally find the sense of belonging and peace that had eluded me for far too long.