The Alpha's Rejected Mate (Second Chance)

Fiona's POV

Over and over again, the sound of their wicked laughter echoes in my head. It was sharp and cruel. It never stops.

What have I done to deserve this?

Maybe it’s because I’m different. Because I was born wolfless.

In the Bluemoon Pack, being an Omega is already low, but being a wolfless Omega is the worst curse of all. To them, I’m a stain on the pack’s honor, a mistake the Moon Goddess forgot to correct. Everyone tramples over me until I can barely remember who I am. Sometimes I wonder if I ever mattered to anyone at all.

That afternoon, I wandered near the training grounds, where the young wolves were sparring in pairs. For a minute, I imagined I could join them, to fight, learn, and belong. But my fantasy shattered the moment I heard Barbara’s voice slice through the air.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing here?” she barked, her sharp blue eyes narrowing at me.

I swallowed hard. “I… I wanted to train with my sisters.”

Her laughter was loud enough to draw attention. “Your sisters?” she repeated, feigning shock. “Oh no, darling. You’re not one of us. You’re not even fit to be here.”

The others joined her in laughter.

Barbara’s smirk widened. “You’re nothing but a forbidden fruit, Fiona. I’m surprised the Elders haven’t cast you out yet.”

Her words hit me hard, and I felt my throat tighten. I wanted to fight back, to scream, to ask what crime I had committed just by being born wrong but I had no wolf, no strength, no one to defend me.

Barbara stepped closer, her expression twisting into disgust. “Get back to the kitchen where you belong, wolfless.”

Then she spat at my feet.

They all laughed again as I turned and fled, my vision blurred with tears. I hated that I couldn’t even walk with pride. I hated that the one place I called home made me feel like an intruder.

By evening, I was scrubbing dishes in the kitchen, my fingers felt weak from the icy water. Behind me, Barbara’s voice rang out again.

“That serves you right!” she sneered, walking past. “Lazy thing. How long will it take you to finish the dishes?”

Before I could answer,I felt pain across my cheek. She had slapped me.

“Get out of here!” she ordered.

I help back a sob, clutching the edge of the sink to stay upright.

Then came the next command, the one that would change everything.

“Hey, you!” Barbara snapped. “Alpha Ryan needs his blood drink. Fetch it from the cool box and take it to him. Now!”

“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and hurried to the storeroom. My heart raced as I poured the thick crimson liquid into the silver-floral jug, it was the one reserved for the Alpha alone. My fingers trembled as I carried it through the long corridor leading to his chambers.

Everyone said Alpha Ryan Bluemoon was ruthless but fair, commanding yet magnetic. I’d seen him from afar during ceremonies and the way his presence made warriors bow, the way his deep voice rolled like thunder. I’d never dared speak to him directly.

And yet… I’d always admired him. Maybe even loved him, in secret. A foolish dream for someone like me.

When I reached his door, I hesitated, then knocked softly.

“Come in,” came the deep, commanding voice from within.

I stepped inside. His chamber smelled of cedarwood and iron, the air thick with dominance. Ryan was seated behind a carved oak desk, his eyes scanning a scroll. Even in silence, his aura was enough to make my knees weak.

“My Lord,” I said quietly, setting the jug on the desk.

As I turned to leave, a strong hand caught my waist.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice low but curious. I froze. His touch sent shivers up my spine.

“M-my Lord… My name is Fiona. I serve in the pack house.” I barely recognized my own voice; it trembled like a leaf in the wind.

He paused, studying me. His gaze swept from my head to my toes, lingering in a way that made heat crawl up my neck. “How have I not seen you before?” he murmured. “A beauty like you hiding among the servants…”

I lowered my eyes. “I try not to be seen, my Lord.”

He stood then, towering over me, his presence overwhelming. “Come here,” he said.

My breath hitched. I hesitated, but his tone left no room for refusal. I stepped closer, until his scent, strong, masculine, intoxicating it wrapped around me. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me against him. My heart pounded so loud I feared he could hear it.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Do I frighten you?”

“A little,” I confessed.

He smiled, it was a slow, dangerous smile that made my knees weaker. “You shouldn’t fear me, Fiona. You should trust me. I could give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

My lips parted, but no words came.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Tell me, do you desire me as much as I desire you?”

I swallowed. “I… I don’t know.”

He chuckled softly, tilting my chin up. “I see the truth in your eyes.”

Then his lips met mine.

It was like fire and lightning all at once. My heart stuttered, my thoughts scattered. His kiss deepened, confident and possessive, and my body responded in ways my mind couldn’t control. He tasted like power and like everything I’d ever wanted but never believed I could have.

When we broke apart, his eyes glowed faintly gold. “Lay with me, Fiona. I desire you.”

I stepped back slightly, confusion battling the warmth spreading through me. “My Lord, I… I don’t understand what you want from me.”

He pressed a finger gently to my lips. “Shhh. Don’t speak. Listen.”

His voice softened. “I see you as my mate. The one my soul longs for. Give yourself to me, and I will make you mine before the entire pack.”

My breath caught. His mate? The words were like honey poured over my heart. All my life, I’d been unwanted and unseen. And now, the Alpha himself was promising me everything I’d ever dreamed of.

“Are you truly going to make me your mate?” I whispered, trembling.

“Yes, Fiona,” he said, unzipping my maid’s dress with slow precision. “Your beauty calls to me. You are everything I’ve been searching for. Do you not trust your Alpha?”

I nodded faintly, lost in the spell of his words. “I do, my Lord.”

He smiled, his lips brushing my neck before trailing lower, claiming every inch of me with reverence and hunger. My body melted beneath his touch, the world spinning away as his promises wrapped around me like silk.

But just as I gave in, just as I believed, the door burst open.

“Alpha Ryan!” a voice shouted, urgent and breathless. “Alpha Ryan!”

We both froze.