The Lycan Heir and the Rejected Omega- Alexandrian University - Year1

Aria Mitchell stood just beyond the edge of the ceremonial circle, fingers twisted tightly together. Lanterns dangled from the branches overhead, casting soft golden light on the gathered pack members of Blue Moon. The night air buzzed with anticipation—today was the official pairing announcement, when unmated wolves of age would be called by the moon goddess to discover their destined mates. The pack house stood proudly in the background, its timber beams adorned with ribbons and seasonal flowers. Built into the hillside like a fortress with panoramic balconies, the pack house was the heart of their territory. Inside, tables groaned under the weight of feast food, and the air was thick with woodsmoke and spices. Elders mingled, warriors swapped stories, and hopeful young wolves darted glances at each other with excitement or dread. Aria had kept mostly to herself. She wore a pale blue dress, modest and soft against her fair skin. Her hair, strawberry blonde and shimmering under the moonlight, was pinned back neatly. Her wolf, Calista, stirred beneath her skin, quiet but present. Something was coming. Then he arrived. Matt Bryce. The Alpha’s son. All eyes turned to him as he stepped into the circle, broad-shouldered, his dark hair perfectly styled, his aura dripping with dominance. He didn’t look around much—he didn’t have to. Everyone was already watching him. Aria’s heart pounded. Her breath hitched as their eyes briefly met. Then it happened. A pulse. A bond. Calista jolted forward in her mind, howling softly. Mate. But Matt didn’t move toward her. Instead, his eyes hardened. His wolf, Kaeron, pushed against him—visibly tense, restrained. This is wrong, Kaeron growled in his head. She’s ours. No, Matt snapped back internally. She’s weak. She doesn’t belong. Kaeron snarled, You’re rejecting a gift from the moon goddess. Aria stepped forward slightly, hope in her eyes. But Matt held up a hand. “I reject you,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’re not Luna material. You’re an omega. You can’t even fight.” Gasps rippled through the circle. Rachel and Mandy, both standing nearby in glittering dresses, exchanged gleeful looks. Rachel hissed under her breath, “I told you he’d never choose her.” Aria’s chest tightened. Her fingers went numb. But she didn’t cry. “I understand,” she said quietly, and turned her back on him. She walked away from the circle, ignoring the whispers, the stares. She didn’t see Matt flinch. She didn’t see the way his jaw tightened. Kaeron was howling in rage inside Matt’s head. You fool, the wolf snapped. You just threw away your mate. She would’ve made me look weak, Matt growled. No. She would’ve made you whole. That night, as Matt returned to his room in the upper level of the pack house, he found he couldn’t sleep. His thoughts spun wildly, and Kaeron remained silent—a rare and ominous sign. Two days later, the symptoms started. A burning behind his ribs when he shifted. A heaviness in his chest. His focus slipping during training. He brushed it off at first—fatigue, maybe—but deep down he knew. Kaeron had gone quiet. By the end of the week, he couldn’t shift fully without pain. His vision blurred during pack meetings. He kept it all hidden, ashamed to admit that the rejection had cost him more than pride. In the moon goddess’s eyes, he had failed. And now he was unraveling. But Matt refused to go back. He refused to apologize. Because to do so would be to admit he was wrong. That Aria Mitchell—the quiet omega, the girl who never sought attention—was meant to be his equal. And that terrified him more than the pain ever could