The Rejected omega Mate

CHAPTER TWO

I slipped in through the back door of the hall, trying to avoid drawing any attention to myself. The last thing I needed was more trouble.

The spacious hall was decorated with antiques, and the radiant expressions on everyone's faces created a vibrant atmosphere. The setup was a banquet-style arrangement, with eight seats on either side of the table.

"Hello, everyowhoring royals of the Greymoon Pack greet you all and are delighted to see you here. We have some important guests with us today." The moderator's voice blasted in the speakers.

"Hey, slave, you're looking pathetic as always!" Dexter jeered loudly in front of the hundreds of werewolves while I was serving them drinks.

Gosh! Dexter again? I clenched my fists beneath the tray, but I forced a beautiful smile on my face.

"Um, your dress looks too clean for a slave like you to wear," he sneered as he approached me with a glass of drink. In the next second, his whole drink was over my dress. I gasped, feeling a mixture of shock and humiliation, while everyone around us started laughing and giggling.

I know he hates me, but he doesn't know how much I hate him too. ''Now go and do your work, you w***e!'' he said loudly before walking away, as if he was highly disgusted just by my presence."

I hurriedly fetched the mop, eager to escape the mocking gazes of those around me. As I returned with the mop in hand, a different scent suddenly caught my attention.

shitbr> My eyebrows furrowed in confusion because I had never encountered a scent like this before. I tried to ignore it, but its captivating aroma filled my senses, drawing me in.

I looked around, searching for the source of the tantalizing smell, but i found nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, the scent had a strangely calming effect on me, easing the heaviness in my heart and momentarily making me forget about the troubles.

The aroma, a blend of sapphire, strawberry, and a touch of vanilla, filled the air, captivating my senses.

Confused yet intrigued, I felt compelled to follow its alluring trail. With each step, my legs grew weaker, succumbing to the enchanting scent's power. It intensified, wrapping around me completely.

Suddenly, I looked up and saw him standing there, a magnetic presence that seemed to pull me toward him. Our eyes met, and in that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the room.

His eyes flickered, shifting from golden to crimson before settling back to their original color.

"Mate!" A voice echoed within me, sending a shiver down my spine.

Could he really be my mate? I wondered, my gaze still fixed on his.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize I had bumped into him until I felt myself falling with a loud thud to the floor.

Pang!

The sharp sound of the slap echoed throughout the hall as it struck my cheek.

"You b***h! Can't you watch where you're going?" he spat angrily.

As I lifted my head, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, Dexter was my mate.

Was the Goddess toying with my emotions? How could she pair me with someone as unruly as Dexter?

As I regained my balance, I noticed his hand clasped with another slender arm.

Looking up, I saw a beautiful girl by his side, she was radiating an angelic presence. In that instant, my world threatened to collapse, but I clung to the faintest glimmer of hope.

"S...she... Is his mate?"

"A mere Omega is Dexter's mate," I heard whispers and murmurs all around me but I didn't care.

"How can you be my mate? You're a weak, wolfless, useless omega," he said coldly. His words made my mind and body go numb. I couldn't digest whatever he was saying.

"B...but I'm your mate," it slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

He stared at me coldly and replied, "Shouldn't you know by now that I hate you? You're not even fit to be my cleaner, let alone my mate."

Immediately, my heart sank, shattering into a million pieces. His words cut deep, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

The Goddess mated us together, so you have to accept fate and accept me," I said, mustering all the courage I had.

"I'd rather die than have an Omega like you as my mate," he spat venomously, his voice thundering through the hall.

Tears continued to stream down my cheeks as I glanced around and noticed people recording the humiliating scene with smirks of mockery etched on their faces.

It felt like I had become a spectacle, a mere clown,bitchall the werewolves to ridicule.

With a trembling hand, I wiped away my tears and turned to face my mate, Dexter, who was staring at me with cold indifference.

His words cut through the air like a sharp blade as he declared, "I, Dexter of the Greymoon Pack, reject you, Alexia, as my mate."

Rejection is the worst fate for a werewolf, and it's the fate that has befallen me tonight.

"Accept the rejection now!" he barked, his words cutting thrbitchthe air.

I wiped my tears and looked at my mate, who stared back at me with a cold gaze.

Matching his coldness, I had no choice but to accept his rejection.

"I, Alexia, accept your rejection," I managed to utter, sorrow evident in my voice.

I couldn't bear to stay any longer. I rushed out the door and began to run. I didn't stop running until I got to the house and was in my room.

I flopped onto my bed, and the tears I had held back finally began to fall. I had always believed finding my mate would be my escape from this terrible life, but it turned out I was wrong.

I was drenched in my own tears when, out of nowhere, a loud, sharp bang echoed against my door. My heart leapt into my throat. Who could it be at this hour, and what did they want?