Rejected And Claimed By The Alpha

Alina’s Pov

The warm light coming through the window felt too harsh against my skin.

My body ached, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest.

I lay staring at the ceiling, trying to gather the broken pieces of my life. Every breath reminded me of how weak I was… how powerless I had become. My throat throbbed with every inhale, a sharp reminder that even my voice—my only way to cry out my pain—was gone.

My parents…

The memory hit me all at once.

Their struggles. Their muffled cries. The pack’s laughter.

I clutched my chest, as if I could hold my heart together, keep it from breaking apart completely. But it didn’t help.

It never did.

I had sworn revenge. I had promised I would destroy them all.

But now…

I couldn’t even say the words.

Tears slid down my cheeks, hot and endless.

Mom and Dad are gone. My pack is gone. Everything I had ever known… taken from me.

I should have died in that forest, maybe that would have been easier.

But instead…

I was here.

Saved by him.

The man with cold, sharp eyes. The man whose presence alone made it hard to breathe.

Mate?

A bitter laugh rose in my chest, but no sound came out. Pain shot through my throat, and I winced, clutching it.

It was impossible.

Marcus had rejected me yesterday and now this stranger claimed I was his?

I clenched my fists.

None of it made sense but none of it mattered right now.

What mattered was my parents.

What mattered was revenge.

No matter how much I wanted to break, I couldn’t afford to.

My body shook as silent sobs took over. I pressed my face into the pillow, trying to hide the broken sounds escaping me.

I didn’t even hear the door open.

A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.

I turned my head.

He was standing there.

The same man.

Tall. Strong. Dangerous.

His sharp features looked even colder in the light, his silver-gray eyes steady and unreadable.

But something about him was different this time.

He hesitated.

“Good,” he said quietly. “You’re awake.”

I pushed myself up slowly, wincing as pain spread through my ribs.

His gaze dropped to my throat, and something flickered in his eyes.

Regret.

“Don’t strain yourself,” he said, stepping closer.

I moved back without thinking.

He stopped immediately, his jaw tightening.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, his voice softer.

And somehow… I believed him.

He pulled a chair closer and sat down, watching me carefully.

“You’ve been through a lot,” he said quietly. “But you’re safe here. No one will hurt you again.”

Safe.

The word felt strange.

Unreal.

What was safety when everything I loved was gone?

He seemed to read the doubt in my eyes.

“I mean it,” he said, holding my gaze. “I’ll protect you. No one will touch you. Not while I’m here.”

Something in his voice stirred something deep inside me.

Something I didn’t want to feel.

Then he did something I didn’t expect.

He leaned forward and gently brushed a tear from my cheek.

The touch was soft.

Careful.

It sent a small shiver through me.

“I’ll make this right,” he said quietly. “Whatever it takes.”

I froze as his lips touched my forehead.

My heart skipped.

Why was he doing this? Why did it feel real?

“I need to know your name,” he said, pulling back slightly. “I can’t keep calling you… nothing.”

He reached into his pocket and brought out a small notebook and pen.

“Write it.”

My hands trembled as I took them.

The pen felt strange in my fingers.

Slowly, carefully, I wrote:

Alina.

He took the notebook and looked at it.

“Alina,” he repeated, his voice low.

He said it again.

“Alina.”

The way he said my name made something in my chest tighten.

He set the notebook aside and stood, reaching for a tray near the bed.

“You need to eat,” he said.

I wanted to refuse. I wasn’t hungry.

But he was already holding a spoon toward me.

“Open.”

I hesitated.

But something in his eyes told me he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

So I did.

The soup was warm. It burned slightly as it went down my throat, but it didn’t hurt as much as I expected.

It felt… comforting.

“Good,” he said, his voice softer now.

I took a few more small sips before shaking my head.

He didn’t push me.

He simply set the bowl aside and sat back down.

“My name is Kennedy,” he said, his gaze steady. “You’ll be safe here, Alina. I promise.”

His voice was firm.

Certain.

It made me want to believe him.

I opened my mouth, trying to speak but Nothing came out.

The silence crushed me.

My chest tightened, and I turned away, ashamed.

Kennedy leaned forward again, his expression softer.

“We’ll fix this,” he said quietly. “You will speak again. I’ll find a way.”

I wanted to believe him but fear held me back.

After everything I had lost… how could anything be fixed?

“Why were they after you?” he asked suddenly, his tone sharper now. “Who are you running from?”

The question hung between us.

Heavy.

I tried to answer. I tried to explain.

But I couldn’t.

My hands trembled, and all I could do was shake my head.

Something dark flashed in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry,” he said, his voice low. “Whoever they are… they’ll regret ever touching you.”

A chill ran down my spine at the promise in his voice.

I didn’t understand him.

This cold, powerful man who had somehow become my protector.

But as I looked at him…

Something strange happened.

For the first time since everything fell apart…

I felt a small flicker of hope.