Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

I overheard her in the inner room, coaxing softly, “Luna, how could you speak to the Alpha like that? He cares for you deeply. Why must you be so stubborn?”

Then came the sound of muffled sobs. I didn’t linger to hear more and left the courtyard quietly.

By evening, the entire pack knew the Alpha and Luna had a heated argument. And so, in his drunken state, the Alpha spent the night in the room of an Omega who was known for her melodious voice. The commotion was loud, and it wasn’t until the dead of night that water was called for.

The next morning, it was rumored that the Luna had smashed every piece of furniture in her room. The Alpha’s actions had undeniably delivered a harsh slap to her pride. She had always believed she held his heart completely, that his time with the other chosen mates was merely out of obligation. But now, she could no longer deceive herself. With an Omega, there was no obligation—only desire.

As the pack’s loyal Gamma, I approached the Alpha to formalize her new status. He seemed unsatisfied, even giving her a personal name and assigning her private quarters. Unsurprisingly, he spent the next few nights there as well.

This sparked another explosive fight. The Luna, in a fit of rage, shattered a cherished token of their bond right in front of him. And so, they entered a cold war.

During this time, the Alpha drifted from one chosen mate’s room to another. The Luna, holed up in her quarters, refused to eat for three days. Raya, her loyal servant, had no choice but to summon the Healer. As soon as the Healer arrived, the Alpha rushed to her side. They reconciled, and by the next day, it was clear they were back together.

Meanwhile, the Omega who had caught the Alpha’s attention, Shay, sat in my quarters, nervously twisting a handkerchief. Seeing me, she hurried over. “Gamma, what do I do? The Luna will kill me.”

I sipped my coffee, unfazed. “Why panic? Once trust is broken, opportunities arise.”

I didn’t love the Alpha, but I craved the power that came with his favor. Perhaps I was the villainess in this tale, but even those of us who stood in the way of love needed to survive.

Shay had once been an Omega in the Luna’s quarters until the Alpha complimented her voice, earning her a beating and a demotion to the kitchens. I saw her beauty and cunning and decided to help her.

On the third day of their reconciliation, the Alpha left on a mission, and the Luna seized the chance to strip me of my position as Gamma. She confined me to my quarters under the pretense of praying for the Lycan Queen’s health. The chosen mates who once surrounded me scattered like leaves in the wind, afraid of being caught in the fallout.

Shay, however, visited me secretly at night, slipping me a pouch of cash. I glanced inside—it was likely her entire savings. I was surprised. “Shay…”

Her eyes red, she smiled weakly. “I’m doomed anyway. Might as well help you.”

After a long silence, I spoke. “There might still be a way.”

She exhaled in relief. “Save me once more, and I’ll owe you my life.”

I nodded. “Consider it done.”

During the day, as I sat in my simple clothes copying old texts, I could hear mocking laughter outside my quarters. Many reveled in my downfall, and Shay’s fate was worse. The Luna, accusing her of disrespect, demoted her to washing clothes.

The Luna’s personal servant, Analia, now held power in the pack. Under her rule, my conditions worsened. Moldy food, tasteless coffee—it became my daily fare. Occasionally, a mouse would be tossed into my quarters for good measure. Analia wasn’t satisfied until she dismissed all my servants, leaving only Cecelia to tend to me.

Cecelia often wept when she saw me. I could only comfort her. “Don’t cry. These days will pass.”

The Alpha was away for three months. Analia, eager to please the Luna, cut rations for the pack while the Luna’s wardrobe and jewelry piled up in her quarters. The pack’s members were reduced to bread and soup, even the chosen mates. Complaints were met with swift punishment from Analia.

When the Alpha returned, he went straight to the Luna’s quarters. There, she twirled in a new gown, admiring herself in the mirror. She flew into his arms like a butterfly, and they spent the night in each other’s company.

The next morning, as he left, he noticed the pack’s members looked haggard and drained. He joked, “Why do you all look half-starved?”

The driver chuckled but said nothing. Raiden had been rewarded for his achievements, and after enduring pack members’ flattery, he hurried home to share the good news with his mate. But as his car rolled on, the Omegas outside looked weary.

Suddenly, an old man collapsed in front of the car, tears streaming down his face. “Alpha, have mercy! My wife is gravely ill. Please, give me my two months’ wages.”

Recognizing the voice, Raiden pulled back the window. It was Nasir, an elderly Omega who had served him for years. Shocked and furious, he ordered, “Nasir, get up and speak plainly.”

From him, Raiden learned the old man had been dismissed for being “too frail” and was owed two months’ pay. The Alpha’s first reaction was disbelief. How could his pack treat its own so poorly?

In the grand hall, his aura was commanding. “Summon Gamma Ava to me at once.”

The Beta hesitated before replying, “Alpha, it’s Analia who manages the pack now.”