You can't reject our mate
1505 Words
Everyone in the room held their breath.
Lyra turned toward the voice. A voice is deep and share that for a moment she thought it could burn everyone around her.
A man stepped forward, his figure cutting through the golden glow of the chandeliers above. The flickering light cast long shadows over his frame, making him look larger than life—a force rather than just a person.
She couldn’t see his face at first, only the way he moved—fluid, controlled and lethal. His broad shoulders filled the space with an unspoken authority, his posture relaxed but exuding something dangerous and predatory.
Slowly, he stepped into the light and Lyra’s breath caught in her throat.
Gods.
She had seen handsome men before—Alphas were always blessed with cruel beauty—but this? This was something else.
Kyson Silver was…
Perfect.
His sharp jawline looked as though it had been carved by the Moon Goddess herself. Dark, tousled hair framed his chiseled features, and his eyes—icy, merciless, silver-gray eyes—pierced straight through the room, landing on the Alpha woman still clutching her wine-stained shoes.
The shift in power was instantaneous.
The once-arrogant female Alpha visibly paled, her hands trembling as she quickly released Lyra’s hair.
She stumbled back, bowing her head. “I—I didn’t know she—”
“Did I ask for an excuse?” Kyson’s voice was like a blade, slicing through the tension in the air.
The Alpha woman flinched.
Indigo, standing nearby, had also gone still—her previous amusement replaced by shock. Her painted lips parted slightly, eyes darting between Kyson and Lyra as if trying to make sense of what was happening.
The hall was silent. No one dared to interfere. No one dared to breathe too loudly.
Kyson exhaled sharply, the sound heavy with impatience. “I’ll ask one more time,” he said, his tone deadly calm. “Did you not hear me the first time?”
The Alpha woman bowed lower. “I-I apologize, Alpha Kyson,” she stammered, her confidence completely shattered. “I didn’t mean—”
“Enough!”
The single word was enough to shut her down completely. She lowered her head, stepping away quickly, fleeing like prey before a predator.
Lyra, still on her knees, could only stare at him from far.
She didn’t understand Why he had stepped in? Why had he helped her?
No one ever helped her before. Let alone an Alpha upon that.
She swallowed hard, trying to gather the courage to speak. “T-Thank you,” she whispered, keeping her head low. “Alpha Kyson…”
Her voice felt too small in the vast hall, but she had to say it. Had to show some gratitude—even if part of her feared he had only done this out of disgust, because she wasn’t even worth tormenting.
However, her breath hitched in her throat making it hard for her to breath when he began to walk towards her.
One step.
Two.
Closer.
Lyra’s lungs seized when a scent hit her.
Dark, rich, intoxicating—cedarwood and crisp winter air, laced with something deeper, something sinful.
It wrapped around her like a chain, pulling tight around her chest, sinking into her very bones.
Her wolf, who had been silent for years, suddenly stirred to life and whispered in her mind.
"Mate."
Lyra’s breath vanished and heart slammed into her ribs.
No. No. No!
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. She had always dreamed of finding her mate. Of someone who would cherish her and respect her.
Someone who would save her. Someone who isn't an Alpha. Her mate was supposed to be gentle, warm, a quiet strength in the storm.
Not the ruthless Alpha heir of Bloodfang Pack.
Not the man who was rumored to be merciless, cruel, a monster in a suit.
This must be a mistake. Lyra’s hands shook as she stared up at him, her lips parting slightly—but no sound came out.
Kyson, standing over her, gazed down in eerie silence. His silver eyes flickered—just for a second. He leaned down, just slightly, his voice dropping into something deep, unreadable.
“What are you?”
Lyra’s whole body tensed and she flinched forcing herself to swallow the lump in her throat. She couldn’t speak or even move.
Because the moment their eyes met, she knew—he felt it too.
The bond. The pull.
But unlike her…
There was no relief in his expression. Only a flicker of something cold.
And that terrified her more than anything else. Lyra’s breath shook as she stared at him in dread. Every part of her, every instinct, every raw, unguarded piece of her being knew.
That he has felt it too of her being his mate.
A spark of hope flared in her chest—wild, reckless, desperate.
Would he take her hand? Would he claim her? Would he save her from this wretched existence?
But all her hopes began to crumble when the look in his eyes turned into hatred.
It burned in his silver irises like frostbite—sharp, merciless, as if she were the most disgusting thing he had ever laid eyes on.
Lyra froze, her body turned cold, her skin prickling with something far worse than fear—rejection.
Why?
Why did he look at her like that?
They had never even spoken before. They knew nothing about each other.
And yet he already despised her.
The faint hum of voices around them faded, drowned out by the deafening pounding in her head.
She felt like she was falling. Falling from heaven to hell.
“Kyson.” The soft, honeyed voice cut through the tension like a blade.
Indigo.
She was the one who had spoken his name. The name of the man—her mate.
Lyra felt sick. Indigo stepped closer to him, her elegant black dress whispering against the marble floor. She smiled, but there was something sharp in her eyes—something gleeful as she glanced at Lyra, as if she had just uncovered the dirtiest, most pathetic secret.
But she smiled sweetly and helped Lyra get up.
“Kyson,” Indigo purred again. “I can’t believe it… She is your—”
“Enough.” Kyson’s voice was a growl, low and brimming with impatience.
His gaze locked onto Lyra again, and the weight of it nearly crushed her. Why? Why did he look at her like that? They didn’t even know each other. He had never spoken a word to her, never even laid eyes on her before now, and yet—he despised her.
Her wolf whimpered, the sound pitiful in her mind. She felt small and vulnerable under his furious gaze. However, his next words nearly stopped her heartbeats.
“I, Kyson Silver, reject—”
The words hit before she even processed them.
No!
Her entire body convulsed, something raw and broken wrenching deep inside her chest. He was rejecting her. He was ripping the bond apart before it had even begun.
Lyra’s lips parted, but no sound came out. The room tilted—black spots dancing in her vision. The pain was instantaneous. Like a blade sinking into her soul, twisting, carving her from the inside out.
It was too much for her. A small and weak Omega like her…she couldn’t handle it.
Her knees buckled and darkness swallowed her whole. She was about to hit the ground when strong arms wrapped around her and her face slammed into a strong chest.
Though, this scent was different.
“Kyson, you bastard,” the new voice hissed.
Warmth surrounded her whole body, keeping her from falling apart. Through the haze of pain and unconsciousness, she could feel this different presence.
‘A second scent.’ Her hazy mind was too weak to comprehend it.
But it still crashed into her like a second wave, slamming into every nerve in her body, wrapping around her like invisible chains.
“Mate! We have two mates!” She heard her wolf claim excitedly in her mind.
She barely had the strength to lift her gaze, but when she did saw two golden eyes looking down at her. They weren't silver like Kyson’s.
But they held the same dominant energy. The same overwhelming presence.
But this was a different man.
So, this is Xander Silver.
Kyson’s brother and Lyra’s second mate. Her body convulsed and her limbs trembled as nausea twisted violently in her gut.
Two mates.
Two Alpha mates.
And not just any Alphas—the most feared ones.
Her body couldn’t handle it. The rejection. The pain. The sheer horror of the truth that had just unraveled before her.
A soft, broken whimper escaped her lips as darkness swallowed her whole.
The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was Xander’s golden eyes staring down at her with an unreadable expression.
“I got you, little Omega,”
She heard before everything went black.
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