Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By The Alpha King

: Amelia

I jolted awake, a cry tearing from my throat that came out as a canine yelp. Fire coursed through my veins, but not from my wounds. This came from inside, from the place where Alexander's rejection had left a raw, gaping hole. My body convulsed, paws scrabbling against the earth as I struggled to stand. This pain wasn't mine alone; Athena whimpered in our shared consciousness, her suffering tangled with my own until I couldn't tell where she ended and I began.

‘He's with her,’ Athena growled, her voice laced with a fury that matched the agony pulsing throughout me. 'Alexander's with Victoria.’

Images flashed unbidden through my mind—his hands on her skin, his lips against her neck, her smug smile as she claimed what should have been mine. I didn't want to see it, didn't want to feel it, but the broken bond betrayed me, forcing me to experience echoes of intimacy that felt like daggers in my heart.

‘He rejected me,’ I thought desperately, digging my claws into the soil as another wave of pain crashed through us. ‘Why can we still feel it? Why does it hurt like this?’

Athena's presence curled protectively around mine, a mental embrace that did little to soothe the physical torment. ‘The rejection breaks the claim, but not the connection,’ she explained, her words tight with restraint. ‘The bond itself will exist until either we take a mate or he does. These are... echoes. Fainter than a true bond, but still there.’

‘How long?’ I couldn't bear the thought of feeling this every time he touched her, every time they coupled, every time he chose her over me.

‘I don't know,’ Athena admitted. ‘Wolves aren't meant to reject true mates. It goes against everything we are.’

The pain began to recede, leaving me trembling and exhausted despite my brief rest. Dawn had begun to lighten the eastern sky, turning the black river to molten silver. We couldn't stay here—Silver Lake search parties would be following the river, and in daylight, a copper wolf would stand out like blood on snow.

‘We need to keep moving,’ I thought, forcing myself to stand on shaky legs. ‘North?’

‘North,’ Athena agreed. ‘Beyond Silver Lake territory. Maybe to the Greystone Pack lands, though they're more likely to return us to Silver Lake than offer sanctuary.’

I shook myself, water droplets flying from my fur as I tried to dispel both the lingering pain and the memory of Alexander with Victoria. My muscles protested as I began to trot along the riverbank, but the rhythm of movement soon loosened the stiffness. My back still throbbed where Julian's whip had cut, but the wounds had already begun to heal—werewolf regeneration working its magic now that my true nature had emerged.

We moved steadily northward, keeping the river on our right, occasionally stopping to drink or scent the air for pursuers. The forest grew denser as we traveled, the undergrowth thicker, as if fewer humans or werewolves passed this way. Small creatures scattered at our approach, squirrels leaping from branch to branch, birds taking flight with alarmed calls. I marveled at how clearly I could see them, how every movement registered in my enhanced vision.

‘What happens if they catch us?’ I asked as we forded a shallow stream that fed into the main river.

Athena's response was grim. ‘Marcus and Elena will welcome their daughter back now that she has a wolf. Alexander will continue to reject us publicly while feeling the bond privately. And Victoria will make our lives hell for daring to be her mate's true match.’

The thought of returning to that basement room, to Julian's whip and Victoria's cruelty, sent a surge of desperate energy through my limbs. I pushed harder, stretching into a full run again despite my exhaustion. I would rather die than go back to that half-life of servitude and shame.

We covered several miles in silence, the morning sun filtering through the canopy above, dappling my copper fur with shifting patterns of light and shadow. My tongue lolled from my mouth as I panted, the exertion warming me despite the cool morning air.

Suddenly, Athena stiffened in our shared mind, her attention snapping to full alertness. ‘Stop.’

I froze mid-stride, one paw lifted, ears pivoting forward. ‘What is it?’

'Smell that?’ She focused our senses, directing my attention to a faint odor carried on the breeze—unwashed bodies, stale smoke, and something else, something rotten and unclean.

‘Dirt,’ Athena growled, using the derogatory term wolves used for rogues—werewolves who had been cast out of their packs or had chosen to live outside pack law. ‘Rogues ahead.’

I retreated a few steps, uncertain. Rogues were dangerous—unpredictable at best, violent and lawless at worst. Without pack structure to keep their wolves in check, many eventually went feral, losing their humanity to the beast within.

‘We should go around,’ I suggested, already turning to seek another path.

Before Athena could respond, a whistling sound cut through the air. Sharp pain exploded in my flank. I yelped, twisting to see a dart embedded in my side, its feathered end quivering with the force of impact.

‘Wolfsbane!’ Athena's panic flooded our bond as I staggered, suddenly dizzy. ‘Run! RUN!’

I tried to flee, but my legs had turned to water beneath me. Another dart struck my shoulder. The forest tilted and spun around me as I collapsed onto my side, a whine escaping my throat. The wolfsbane burned through my veins like acid, paralyzing my muscles even as it forced a change I couldn't control.

‘No, no, no!’ Athena's voice grew distant as my grip on wolf form slipped away. ‘Fight it, Amelia! Stay wolf!’

But the wolfsbane was too strong. Pain racked my body as bones shifted and fur receded. My muzzle shortened, paws shrinking back to fingers and toes. The forest floor scraped against newly exposed skin as I writhed, helpless to stop the transformation.

When it ended, I lay naked and vulnerable on the cold ground, human once more. Athena's presence had retreated to a faint whisper in the back of my mind, too weak to communicate. The wolfsbane had driven her deep inside, leaving me alone and defenseless.

Footsteps approached, crunching on fallen leaves. I tried to move, to crawl away, but my limbs refused to obey. Through blurry vision, I saw them—four men surrounding me, their clothes ragged, their faces unshaven, their eyes gleaming with triumph and something darker that made my skin crawl.

"Look what we caught ourselves," one said, crouching beside me. His breath reeked of rotted meat as he leaned closer. "A pretty little wolf all on her own."

Another laughed, the sound harsh and grating. "Silver Lake, by the smell of her. They'll pay good money to get this one back."

"Or we keep her," said a third, his gaze traveling over my naked body with naked hunger. "Pack wolves make the best bitches once they're broken in right."

The fourth man knelt and roughly turned me onto my back. His fingers traced the welts left by Julian's whip, still visible despite partial healing. "Someone already started breaking this one," he observed with a grin that revealed blackened teeth. "Saves us some trouble."

Darkness crept in from the edges of my vision as consciousness began to slip away. In the distance, Athena howled with rage and despair, the sound fading as the wolfsbane pulled me deeper into darkness. My last thought before the black took me completely was that I'd had only hours of freedom before trading one prison for another.