Claimed By The Packless Alpha

11 The Boot 2

Sienna’s POV

Tears gathered in Nolan’s eyes, and seeing them made something in my chest crack. Would he have been this calm if I had told him the truth? Would he still look at me with pity if he knew I had walked up to Kael myself? If he knew I had wanted him? If he knew I had taken that man to Moonfall Motel with my own drunken desire leading the way? Nyla was quiet. Too quiet.

“I do not know what to do,” Nolan confessed.

Those words terrified me. Nolan always knew what to do. He was steady. Hard. Disciplined. The one my father trusted to hold things together. If even he did not know what to do, then there was truly no way out.

“You were supposed to be Luna,” Nolan said. “Now I doubt that will happen.”

He was already speaking about the union in the past tense. That was when I knew it was over.

“Please, Nolan,” I begged.

“The pack will hate you for this,” he said softly. “How will Darius have strong pups with a lesser wolf?”

I knew it was not only his question. It was the pack’s question. It was my father’s question. It was the ugly truth beneath all their concern. I was no longer a valuable match. I was another Alpha’s claimed woman. Worse, I did not even know the Alpha. I had gone from future Luna to damaged property in one morning.

“I can do it as a mistress,” I said desperately. “He does not have to claim me.”

Nolan shook his head.

“It does not work that way, Sienna. The mark you bear is from another Alpha. Unless Darius finds him and beats him to death, you remain untouchable by anyone. You are technically his property.”

The word made me flinch because property was what they called women when they wanted to make ownership sound like law.

‘We are not property,’ Nyla growled low inside me.

But we both knew the world did not care how we felt.

“Are you sure you do not know who this man is?” Nolan asked again.

I shook my head, still crying. He sat down slowly and asked me to sit beside him. I obeyed because I was too tired to stand on my own pride.

“I have to tell Father,” Nolan said.

My blood went cold.

“I do not know what he will do, but I will try to protect you. As Darius’s friend, I know he will call off the joining. Not because he wants to, but because he has no choice.”

A tear rolled down Nolan’s cheek. That broke me more than his shouting. He took out his phone and called my father, and I knew my world had come to an end.

Gideon Vale returned angry. Not worried. Not frightened. Angry. He stormed into the living room like a man entering a battlefield. Nolan stood between us, but my father pushed him aside without effort.

“Let me see it!” Gideon roared.

My body went cold. My spirit left me. I was afraid and ready to die at the same time. With shaking hands, I pulled down the collar and showed him the mark. My father stared at it. His face twisted.

“He forced himself on you?” he asked.

I nodded. The slap came fast. Pain exploded across my face, and I stumbled, dizzy before I could catch my balance. My cheek burned. My ears rang. For a moment, I could not even breathe.

“Father...” Nolan began.

“Do you know what your clubbing and reckless behaviour have cost this family and this pack?” my father shouted.

I cried. Of course. Even believing the lie, he still blamed me. Even with the story of being drugged and claimed without consent, my father’s first thought was the family name. The pack. The union. His dream. Not me. Never me.

“I want you to go in there,” he said, pointing toward my room. “Pack your things and leave my home. You no longer belong to this family or this pack. I will disown you before you bring shame to this family.”

The words did not feel real at first. They floated in the room. Then they landed inside me like stones. Leave my home. You no longer belong. I will disown you.

“Father, that is extreme,” Nolan protested. “Sienna needs support.”

He pulled out his phone. I realised he was calling Darius. My father’s eyes stayed on me.

“Did I stutter?” Gideon asked coldly.

I shook.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, Daddy. I have nowhere to go.”

His face hardened.

“Now!”

I ran to my room. I began to pack my things with shaking hands. Clothes fell from my wardrobe. I threw them into bags without folding anything properly. My chest hurt so badly I could barely breathe. Every sound from the living room made me flinch.

I did not move quickly because a small foolish part of me still hoped someone would stop this. Maybe Nolan would calm him down. Maybe Darius would come and be reasonable. Maybe my father would remember I was his daughter.

‘Oh, Sienna,’ Nyla whispered, and for once there was no sarcasm in her voice.

Soon, I heard Darius’s voice in the living room. My stomach twisted. I left the half-packed bag and walked out to see him. Darius looked angry too. Not wild like my father, but controlled. Cold. Hurt. I was truly f****d. How had I expected someone who had no real feelings for me to save me?

“I am no longer interested in the joining,” Darius said.

The words should not have hurt. I had expected them. Still, they cut.

“But you do not need to kick Sienna out for this,” Darius continued. “It was not her fault.”

For a second, I almost respected him more. Almost. Because even while he defended me, he gave up on me without trying to find Kael first. He did not ask to challenge him. He did not insist on finding the man who had marked me. He did not fight for me. And maybe he had no reason to. Maybe I had never been worth fighting for.

“I want her out,” my father said.

My heart broke properly then.

“At least let her spend the night,” Nolan pleaded.

My father shook his head. I wiped my face and forced myself to stand straighter.

“It’s okay, Nolan,” I said quietly. “I will leave, Daddy.”

My father’s eyes turned cruel.

“Don’t you ever call me that again.”

The room went silent. Something inside me died. I nodded because there was nothing else to do.

I went back to my room, finished packing what I could carry, and returned with my bags. My hands shook around the handles. My cheek still burned from his slap. My throat hurt from crying. At the door, Nolan stopped me.

“Sienna,” he said.

I turned. He reached for his wallet and pulled out some money. He pressed it into my hand.

“Find a safe place to rest your head tonight,” Nolan said, his voice low. “Call me in the morning.”

I nodded, tears spilling again. I looked at Darius.

“I am sorry, Alpha,” I whispered. “It wasn’t intentional.”

Then I looked at my father, but his eyes were full of rage.

“Maya is innocent in all of this,” I said. “Leave her out of it, please. If anything, she saved me.”

I had to protect Maya. She had lied for me, yes, but she was not the one who had dragged me to Kael. She was not the one who had made me drink. She was not the one who had made me reckless. I would not let my family destroy her too. The lie had not saved me. I still got the boot.

I stepped out in the afternoon, dragging my bags with me. The sun was blazing. The heat touched my face, and for a moment, I just stood there outside the only home I had ever known, no longer a daughter, no longer a future Luna, no longer protected by the Vale name.

Just Sienna. Marked. Disowned. Shunned.

Then my phone rang. I looked at the screen, and the number made my heart stop. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. My hands started to shake. Kael had finally called.