Once Rejected Now Fated

Chapter2

Elena’s POV

“I, Alpha Devon Damien reject you, Elena Hanson as my mate.” His face held only anger and resentment as he said those words and my heart felt like it had just been stabbed with a dagger. I couldn’t feel the mate bond like he could but knowing that I finally had a mate made me happy. It meant that I wasn’t completely cursed but for him to reject me immediately and before the entire pack? It only meant that I was indeed cursed.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes as he said those soul-shattering words.

“W-why?” I managed to stammer, my words faltering amidst the sea of onlookers. But deep down, I already knew the answer, didn’t I?

Devon sneered, his voice dripping with contempt and revulsion. “Why?”

“Can you all hear her?” He shouted for everyone to hear, laughing in my face and they all chuckled in response, agreeing with whatever he had to say.

“You are weak and useless, Elena. It is Aliya I want and not a peasant.” He says and my eyes widen at his statement.

Was he rejecting me for my sister?

I turn my head to the side and I see Aliya smirking at me, a proud look on her face as my mage rejected me before everyone and chose her instead.

Alpha Devon looks at her and they share a knowing look before he turns to complete his statement.

“Unlike you, she has a wolf and is more than capable of protecting this pack. She is fit to be a Luna but you? What can you offer?” With a mocking jab of his finger against my shoulder, I stumbled backward, my heart sinking with each step. I could no longer hide my tears as my vision became blurry. The echoes of laughter reverberated through the air, mocking me.

How did I not notice that he and Aliya had something going on? Why did I ever think that I stood a chance? It doesn’t matter if it’s what the moon goddess wants. He is in love with my sister and would never choose a lowlife like me. I will only bring mockery to his name and neither he nor anyone in the pack wants that.

“Accept it, Elena. Accept the rejection.” Aliya’s voice pierced through the crowd, her eyes burning with a seething hatred that made me wonder if we were actually sisters.

“You heard her. Accept the f*****g rejection, Elena.” He echoes and all I could hear was a resounding ‘ accept the rejection’ from everyone. It felt like the whole world was echoing it for me to hear and I close my ears to block out the tormenting sound but it only gets louder. I fall to the ground, screaming at the top of my lungs.

“I accept the rejection! I accept it.” I couldn’t take it anymore. If they wanted to get rid of me so badly then It is only right that I help them.

“I accept it, okay? f**k!” I scream repeatedly, my face soaked with tears.

What did I ever do to deserve a life like this? I never wronged anyone to deserve this treatment. Did the moon goddess just hate me from birth to reward me with a miserable life?

Why?!

Satisfied with my acceptance, Alpha Devon walks away and the others follow him, including my mother and sister. Neither of them stayed to even spare me a glance.

I really didn’t have anyone here, did I? Even some rogue wolves live better lives than me, a beta’s daughter. It would be better to leave the pack than continue living in misery here. Devon rejecting me would definitely be used to torment me by the others if I stay here any longer. With that, I make the decision to leave the pack.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” I hear mother’s voice behind me. I was already done with packing. Since I wasn’t given much clothes, all I owned fit into one small luggage.

“There’s a door for a reason, mother.” I mumble, pulling the bag while she stares at me like I had grown two heads. I take another step, trying to get to the door when I feel a stinging sensation spread through my cheek. I stumble backwards from the weight her slap came with.

Wolves had a level of strength that surprised me. This was why I could never challenge them. I was weaker than all of them and they wouldn’t waste a second in reminding me of that fact.

“You must’ve forgotten who you’re talking to.” She spits bitterly and I raise my head to her now infuriated. I was already leaving so I didn’t have anything to lose.

“Oh. I think I have so why don’t you remind me.” With a hand on my cheek, I say to her face and her eyes widen in disbelief.

“I see Devon’s rejection didn’t have any effect on you, seeing as you can stand here and raise your voice at your mother.” She says harshly, rubbing the rejection in my face.

“You’re not my mother. No mother will be this cruel to their child!” I raise my voice at her, tears brimming at my eyes and my voice trembles.

“You hate me for something that I didn’t bring upon myself and yet you call yourself a mother? I f*****g hate that you gave birth to me, Theresa. You should have only had Aliya, the one child you adore. I hate you. I hate you all.” I scream, calling her by her first name and for a brief second I see a foreign emotion in her eyes but she is quick to cover it up with a frown, her blue eyes squinting. It made her look exactly like Aliya. They had the same hair and eye color, with similar figures while I was left to figure out who I resembled in the family because it definitely wasn’t my father. He had brown hair, a stark contrast to my jet red hair.

She doesn’t say a word in reply, as expected and I walk past her, pushing her out of the door with my shoulder as I exit the room as head for the main door.

I was done being their puppet. I’d rather live as a rogue wolf than stay here and remain unfortunate for the rest of my life. Thankfully, the main hall was void of any life as they were all busy with their different activities. It was the perfect time to leave as only mother was aware of my departure. Not that any of them would care. It would only be one less maid for them. Nothing else.

Now at the main door, I take one last look at the pack house, realizing that I didn’t have any good memories here. A sad chuckle leaves my lips and I walk away with my luggage in one hands.

I guess my journey to being a rogue begins now, with no money, job or a place to stay.

Well, f**k my life.