Falling For The Alpha Who Ruined Me

Cecilia “Don’t think what just happened between us means anything,” Kian said coldly, standing over me, half-naked, his eyes hard and burning into mine. The words hit me harder than a slap. I lay there on the forest floor. My fingers shook as I tried to pull my torn gown over my naked body, to cover my shame. “You’re not my mate,” he went on, his voice cold. “You never could be.” “Kian…” My voice was barely a whisper. “But you felt it too… didn’t you? The pull?” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “The only thing I felt was heat. Don’t flatter yourself, Cecilia.” His tone was cruel and mocking. “You’re nothing but wolfless and weak. The Moon must’ve made a mistake giving you breath.” I froze as tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them back. “Please, don’t say that…we just had…” “s*x!” He yelled cutting me off, “It was just s*x. A weak primal instinct and nothing more. I can’t be caught dead with an Omega like you as my Luna. Over my dead body!” He pulled up his pants, fastened his belt, adjusted his robe, and turned to leave without casting me a second glance. His scent still lingered in the air; wild, dominant and unforgettable but he was gone. I sat there in silence, feeling the damp earth beneath me and my body drenched with his semen mixed with my blood. My hands were dirty, my body sore and my heart shattered. I couldn’t even tell where the pain ended and the numbness began. My hands were shaking as I adjusted my dirty gown, pulling it over my body in clumsy, trembling motions. Then I heard footsteps. I turned, startled, and froze when I saw Rafel, one of Kian’s warriors. The look on his face told me everything. He’d seen it all. For a moment, neither of us spoke. He just stood there, eyes darting between the ground and me. Then, quietly, he reached into his coat and pulled out a folded cloth. “Here,” he said, crouching down. His voice was gentle, but it still made my stomach twist. “You should clean up.” I wanted to tell him to leave me alone. I wanted to disappear. But my throat felt locked and before I knew it, he was dabbing the cloth against my laps, wiping away dirt and grime. “How could he just f**k you, reject you and walk away like that?” Rafel muttered, almost to himself. Then his tone shifted softly into fake pity. “You’re not even his type, Cecilia. You should’ve known better.” I flinched. His words weren’t meant to be cruel, but they landed like stones all the same. “I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered, barely holding my voice steady. He sighed and stood, brushing the dirt off his hands. “Go home,” he said quietly. “Get something warm to drink. Take a long bath and forget this ever happened.” Forget? How could I? He walked beside me for a few steps, his silence heavy and awkward. I could feel his pity pressing down on me more than any insult could have. “Rafel,” I said, stopping. “You don’t have to follow me.” He looked at me for a long second, then nodded. “Be careful on your way.” I turned away and kept walking. Each step hurt, not because of the stones under my feet, but because I could still feel Kian’s scent on my skin and Rafel’s pity clinging to what was left of my pride. By the time I reached home, the moon was high. My legs felt heavy and my head even heavier. All I wanted was to slip quietly into my room, wash away the night, and pretend none of it had happened. But the moment I stepped through the back door, I heard his voice. “Where the hell have you been?” I froze. My father stood by the dining table, broad shoulders tense, a half-empty cup of wine in his hand. His eyes burned like he’d been waiting for a reason to be angry. “I…I went for a walk,” I stammered, keeping my eyes low. “I needed some air.” “At this hour?” His voice rose, sharp as a whip. “Do you think you live alone in this house?” I said nothing. My throat was dry, my heart thudding so hard I was sure he could hear it. Then he sniffed. Sniffed again and his nose wrinkled. I felt the blood drain from my face. “What’s that smell?” he asked, stepping closer. His voice was quieter now, but far more dangerous. He leaned in slightly, nostrils flaring, and I could almost feel the moment he caught it; Kian’s scent. For a second, his expression hardened. Then he let out a sharp, bitter curse and turned away, muttering under his breath. “Useless,” he hissed. “Just like your mother.” The words hit harder than a blow. “Go,” he said, waving me off without even looking at me. “Get out of my sight.” I didn’t wait for him to change his mind. I hurried down the hall, fighting the tears burning behind my eyes. My mother’s door was shut, no light and no sound. She wouldn’t come out. She never did whenever he was angry. In my room, I shut the door and locked it. My hands were trembling as I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the tiny bathroom. The water was cold, but I didn’t care. I scrubbed my skin until it stung, and the smell was gone, or maybe I just couldn’t smell it anymore. When I finally crawled into bed, clean and shaking, the tears came without warning. They slid down my cheeks and soaked the pillow. I felt more than devastated. That night, under the glare of the moon, the wolf I’d dreamt about all my twenty-two years of existence turned out to be my mate. And in one breath, he had s*x with me in my heat, then turned around to reject me and deny the mate bond. I cried until sleep found me; heavy, empty, and cruel. By morning, the heat was gone, and I actually felt better than the previous episodes. But the moment I stepped out of the house, the worst happened and my nightmare began.