Rejected by the Alpha princess

The Rejection

I, Leah, accept the rejection of Alpha Derek of the Wolfsbane Pack.

The words tasted like blood in my mouth, sharp and metallic, but my voice did not shake.

Silence crashed over the clearing, heavy and suffocating, as if even the moon above had paused to witness my fall. Gasps rippled through the gathered wolves. Shock. Disbelief. Pity. No one had expected that. Alpha Derek stood before me, tall and imposing, his arm still wrapped possessively around the waist of Claire, my bully .

Her fingers clutched his chest as though claiming victory, her lips swollen from the kiss I had been unfortunate enough to witness moments ago. She looked at me with open disdain, her eyes gleaming with triumph. I kept my gaze on Derek. He was handsome, powerful, everything a future Alpha should be, The thought burned deep inside me. That I had made Derek what he was today. Every night he broke down, it was my shoulder he cried on. Every failure, every humiliation, every door slammed in his face. I was the one who stood beside him when no one else would. When the pack mocked him and the elders dismissed him as weak, I listened. I encouraged. And when belief was not enough, I acted.

Behind the shadows, I went to my uncle. I asked him to intervene not openly, not in ways that would expose me. Problems disappeared. Opportunities appeared. Slowly, Derek rose, unaware that every step forward was paved by sacrifices he would never know. I watched him grow stronger. I watched him become respected. I watched him become an Alpha worthy of standing tall. And tonight… he used that power to reject me. That belief now lay shattered at my feet. “You accept it?” he asked, brows furrowing as though my response offended him more than my presence ever had. “Just like that?” “Yes,” I replied calmly.

Too calmly for someone whose mate bond had just been torn apart in public. “You have made your choice. I will not stand in your way.” A murmur spread through the crowd. Rejected mates usually begged. They cried. They fought. Some lost their minds entirely. I did none of that. Derek’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You should be grateful,” he said coldly. “I was generous enough to even consider you.

If you still want to stay by my side, I could allow you to be my mistress or plaything nothing more.” The words struck like a slap. Still, I did not flinch. “I would rather be alone,” I said quietly, “than be your mistress or plaything in shame.” Claire scoffed, tightening her hold on him. “Know your place, omega.” Omega. The word echoed cruelly in my head. To them, I was nothing. A wolfless nobody from an orphanage. A weak girl who should be honored to be noticed by an Alpha at all. If only they knew. I bowed my head not in submission, but in finality. “May your reign be long, Alpha Derek.”

Claire was already annoyed enough that I was Derek mate."girls hold her down she needs to be taught a lesson" Claire said

Immediately two of her puppet girls ran towards me and pull me down, Claire moved towards me and tore my shirt and brought out a lip stick and wrote with it on my forehead the only hall was filed with laughter, I struggled and I was released I ran towards the main door of blood moon college. Then I turned away. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I forced myself to walk steadily, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. My wolf stirred inside me, restless and furious, her power pressing against my chest like a storm begging to be unleashed. Not yet, I whispered inwardly.

Be patient. Behind me, Derek said nothing. I could feel his confusion, his hesitation.

Perhaps some part of him sensed what he had just done. Or perhaps his pride was simply bruised by how easily I had let him go. Either way, it no longer mattered. As I crossed the edge of the clearing, a sudden chill brushed my skin.

I looked up and froze. A man stood beneath the shadow of the trees, his presence overwhelming, his gaze sharp enough to cut through flesh and bone. His aura was unlike anything I had ever felt before ancient, dominant, controlled. An Alpha. Not from Wolfsbane.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, and for a heartbeat, the world tilted. Power answered power. My wolf growled low, not in fear but recognition. His jaw tightened, as though he too felt it.

Then, just as quickly, he looked away, turning to the elders beside him. “She is not the one,” he said coolly. “Let us leave.” The elders nodded, confused but obedient, and the mysterious Alpha disappeared into the night taking the unanswered questions with him.