The Rejection and The King
627 Words
[Elara’s POV]
"I, Lucas, future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Elara, as my destined mate and future Luna."
The words hung in the icy winter air, sharp and unforgiving. The entire pack stood in a massive circle around us, watching the spectacle. I stared at Lucas—the man I had loved since childhood, the man the Moon Goddess had chosen for me just five minutes ago when I turned eighteen.
My heart didn't just break; it shattered into a million jagged pieces.
"Lucas... why?" My voice trembled, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I was an Omega, the lowest ranking member of the pack. I had always been treated like dirt, but I thought finding my mate would finally save me.
Lucas sneered, a look of pure disgust on his handsome face. "Did you really think I would accept a weak, pathetic Omega as my Luna? A pack needs a strong queen. Not a maid."
He reached his hand out, but not towards me. He grabbed the hand of a tall, beautiful girl stepping out from the crowd. It was Selene. My own step-sister.
"Selene will be my chosen mate," Lucas announced, pulling her into a kiss. The pack erupted into cheers. No one cared about the Omega crying on the snow. No one cared about the agonizing pain tearing through my chest from the broken mate bond.
The humiliation was too much. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't stay here another second. Turning on my heel, I ran. I ignored the cruel laughter echoing behind me and sprinted into the forbidden territory—The Dark Woods. A place no wolf from our pack ever dared to enter because it belonged to the Blood Moon Pack, ruled by the most ruthless and powerful Alpha King in the world.
I ran until my lungs burned and my legs gave out. I collapsed in the thick snow, waiting for the cold to take me.
Suddenly, the air grew terrifyingly heavy. The scent of pine and dark chocolate filled my senses, making my wolf whimper in absolute submission. The shadows between the trees shifted, and a massive, towering figure stepped out.
He was at least six-foot-four, with broad shoulders and eyes that glowed a dangerous, lethal crimson red. Alpha Kael. The King of the Blood Moon Pack. The monster in every bedtime story.
He looked down at my shivering, pathetic form. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for him to rip my throat out for trespassing.
Instead, he took a step closer. His deep, rumbling voice vibrated through my very bones as he growled just one word.
"MINE." The word echoed in the silent, snow-covered forest like a decree from the gods.
I stared into Alpha Kael's glowing red eyes, completely frozen in terror. He was the King of the Blood Moon Pack—the most feared werewolf in existence. Rumors said he killed rogue wolves with his bare hands just for fun. And here I was, a weak, rejected Omega, trespassing on his land.
I waited for the killing blow. I waited for him to tear my throat out.
"M-mercy... please," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. But before I could say another word, the freezing temperature, the heartbreak of my broken mate bond, and the sheer exhaustion finally took their toll. My vision blurred, and the world spun violently.
I braced myself to hit the hard, cold snow, but I never did.
Two massive, incredibly warm arms caught me before I could fall. The scent of pine and dark chocolate completely wrapped around me, soothing my terrified wolf. The last thing I heard before passing out was a deep, surprisingly gentle voice.
"You are safe now, my little wolf. I've got you."
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