His Rejected Mate

2. Run away human.

Alpha Dominic's not-so-shocking rejection. My heart weighed heavy as I turned my back on the Alpha's opulent mansion, each step echoing with the reverberations of a shattered dream, retracing my path through the once-familiar forest that now seemed imbued with a melancholic air.

The laughter and joy of the pack's harsh celebration, a memory now etched with a touch of bitter irony, felt like a fading echo, hauntingly reminding me of the profound loss I had endured.

Returning to my modest home was a bittersweet experience, a bitter pill to swallow. My Omega parents, who had perpetually borne the burden of being outsiders, had long harbored hatred towards me.

But as I stepped into our horrid home, their faces twisted with disdain and judgment. Their disappointment was notable, a painful reminder that I had failed them as much as I had failed myself. The pack's rejection of me had tainted their dreams, and I couldn't bear the weight of their cruelty any longer.

In the early morning light, it was painfully evident that everyone had already received the word through the intricate mind-link that bound our pack together.

It was a silent revelation that struck at the core of my being, prompting silent tears to stream down my cheeks as I realized the enormity of what had just transpired.

With a heart heavy and spirit crushed, I knew I had to escape from the house that had once been my sanctuary, now tainted with jeers and the weight of shattered expectations.

Running away would be so much better, leaving behind the only life I had ever known, in pursuit of a fresh start, a place where I could finally belong, and where my wounded heart might find solace in the face of the deep scars left by Alpha Dominic's rejection.

I tentatively stepped into the small, dimly lit living room of our modest home, the harsh reality of my rejection still fresh in my mind, I was met with a chilling picture.

Mocking sneers adorned the faces of my mother and younger sister. My mother, Clara, a woman who had grown hardened by years of trying to assimilate within the pack, regarded me with a mixture of disdain and begrudging pity.

"Well, well," she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "our little Freya, the rejected mate. I hope you're proud of yourself for bringing shame to this family." The words cut deeper than any physical wound, and I knew that this was not just the end of a chapter but the beginning of a whole new, painful narrative in my life.

My younger sister, Mia, never one to miss an opportunity to inflict emotional pain, chimed in with a cruel, heartless laugh. "Yeah, Freya, you really messed up this time, didn't you? Who's going to want a mate who can't even keep an Alpha's interest?"

Their harsh words cut through me like a thousand bee stings, and I struggled to hold back the tears, desperately trying to defend myself against their scathing remarks. "It's not my fault, Mom, Mia," I protested, my voice trembling with a volatile mix of anger and heartache. "I didn't choose this path; it was chosen for me."

Clara's laughter, tainted by bitterness, filled the room like a venomous fog. "Oh, Freya, always the victim, aren't you? You've been a disappointment from the day you were born, and this rejection is just the height of your uselessness."

Mia eagerly joined in, her tone equally mocking and devoid of empathy. "Maybe you should've just stayed with Dominic, even if he doesn't want you. At least then you'd have some semblance of worth in the eyes of the pack, and you wouldn't be the laughingstock of the whole community."

Their taunts and jeers were relentless, and I felt the weight of their words pressing down on me like an unshakeable burden.

I stood there, the weight of their disdain and the remnants of Alpha Dominic's rejection began to carve deep scars on my wounded heart, and I knew that I had to embark on my journey, not just to find a place where I belonged but to prove, even to myself, that I was more than the sum of their scorn.