Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the King

Elara’s  POV

They say the mate bond is the closest a wolf can get to heaven. 

The Elders tell us it feels like the missing piece of your soul finally clicking into place, a warm, golden tether that binds you to your other half forever.

They lied.

For me, the mate bond didn't feel like heaven. It felt like a serrated knife twisting in my gut.

I stood in the center of the Silver Moon Pack’s grand ballroom, my hands clutching the skirt of my dress. 

It was a silver polyester thing I had bought from a thrift store three towns over. 

It was too tight in the chest and itched against my skin, but it was the only thing I could afford.

I scrubbed floors for six months just to save the twenty dollars for it.

Tonight, I told myself, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Tonight everything changes.

The grandfather clock in the corner began to chime. Dong. Dong.

Midnight. My eighteenth birthday.

And then, it hit me.

The scent.

 It washed over me like a tidal wave, drowning out the smell of cheap champagne and sweat.

 It was crisp cedarwood, fresh rain, and something darker... like expensive scotch. 

My wolf, usually dormant and silent, suddenly clawed at my chest, letting out a whimper of pure longing.

Mate.

My head snapped up, scanning the crowded room. My eyes locked onto him instantly.

Liam Thorne.

The future Beta. The golden boy of the pack. 

The one who had ignored me in the hallways and laughed when Jessica tripped me in training.

I took a stumbling step forward. "Liam?"

The chatter in the hall died. It was as if someone had s*ck*d the air out of the room. 

Liam froze, his crystal glass halfway to his mouth. He turned slowly, his blue eyes meeting mine.

I waited for the recognition.

 I waited for the golden glow to fill his irises.

 I waited for him to drop the glass and run to me.

Instead, his lip curled.

"No," he muttered. It wasn't a whisper; it was a curse.

My smile faltered. I took another step, my hand reaching out.

 The air between us crackled with electricity, the bond begging to be completed. "Liam... can’t you feel it?"

"I feel it," he interrupted, his voice sharp. 

He set his glass down on a passing waiter’s tray and wiped his hand on his tuxedo jacket, as if the mere thought of me had dirtied him.

He didn't look like a man meeting his soulmate. 

He looked like a man dealing with a pest.

"I feel the bond, Elara," he said, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "But I will not accept it."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. 

My blood ran cold, freezing the hope in my veins.

"What?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Liam straightened his jacket, squaring his shoulders. 

He looked past me, toward the Alpha on the raised dais, ensuring his audience was watching.

 He was performing.

"Look at you," he sneered, gesturing vaguely at my worn-out shoes.

 "You are wolfless. 

A human defect. 

You can’t shift. You can’t fight. You bring nothing to this pack but shame."

"Liam, please..." Tears blurred my vision, hot and stinging.

 "The Moon Goddess chose us..."

"The Moon Goddess made a mistake."

He took a deep breath. The room went deathly silent.

"I, Liam Thorne, future Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Elara Vance, as my fated mate and Luna."

Snap.

The pain was immediate and blinding.

 It wasn't emotional; it was physical agony. It felt like a physical tear in my chest, as if an invisible cord had been ripped out by the roots.

I screamed.

My knees hit the polished marble floor with a sickening crack. 

I clawed at my chest, gasping for air, drowning in the pain of the severed bond.

"Get her out of here," Liam ordered, his voice bored.

 He checked his watch. "

 She’s ruining the party."

I looked up through the haze of pain. 

He was already turning away. He was walking toward Jessica, the Head Warrior’s daughter. 

She was smirking, her arm sliding possessively around his waist.

Two guards grabbed my arms, hauling me up. 

My legs were jelly. I couldn't stand it. 

They dragged me across the floor, my heels scraping against the stone, past the staring faces of the people I had grown up with.

None of them looked sympathetic. They looked relieved.

Trash. Defect. Unwanted.

They shoved me out the heavy oak doors and into the freezing night air. I stumbled, skinning my palms on the icy gravel driveway.

"Don't come back," one guard grunted, spitting near my hand. "Alpha’s orders."

The heavy doors slammed shut, sealing the warmth and light inside.

I was alone. On my eighteenth birthday. Rejected. Broken.

I couldn't stay here. I couldn't sit on the steps and listen to the music restart, knowing Liam was inside dancing with her.

I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the blood trickling down my knee, and ran.

I ran toward the only place where no one would follow me. The Blackwood Forest.

It was forbidden territory. 

The Elders whispered stories of rogues and monsters that prowled the shadows of the ancient trees. They said if you went in, you never came out.

Good, I thought bitterly, the freezing wind whipping my hair across my face. Let the monsters have me. At least they won’t look at me with pity.

I crossed the border line, the dense canopy swallowing the moonlight. 

The forest was unnaturally silent. I walked for what felt like hours, the cold seeping into my bones, until my legs finally gave out. 

I collapsed at the base of a massive, gnarled oak tree, curling into a ball to preserve heat.

"Why?" I sobbed into the darkness. "Why give me a mate just to take him away? What did I do wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong, Little Wolf."

The voice didn't come from my head. It came from the shadows.

It was deep. Baritone. Vibrating with a power so intense it made the fine hairs on my arms stand straight up.

I froze. "Who's there?"

A twig snapped. A figure stepped out from behind a tree, emerging from the darkness like a phantom.

He was massive. Easily six-foot-five, wearing a bespoke black suit that looked far too expensive for the woods. He moved with a lethal grace, silent and predatory.

But it was his eyes that stole the breath from my lungs.

They weren't the warm brown of a human, or the amber of a wolf. They were red. Glowing, blood-red. The mark of an Alpha. Or a monster.

I scrambled backward, pressing my spine against the rough bark. "I didn't know this was your territory. I’m leaving."

"You are trespassing," the stranger said. He took a slow step toward me. He didn't smell like the forest. He smelled like dark chocolate, burning wood, and... danger.

He crouched down in front of me. The red glow of his eyes illuminated my face.

He reached out, his hand large and warm, and tilted my chin up. His touch sent a jolt of electricity down my spine that was ten times stronger than anything I had felt for Liam.

"You’ve been crying," he observed, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

"My mate..." I whispered, the shame washing over me again. "He rejected me tonight."

The stranger’s eyes narrowed. The red glow flared brighter, and a low, menacing growl rumbled in his chest.

"He rejected you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Yes," I sniffled. "He said I was wolfless. A defect."

The man laughed. It was a dark, humorless sound.

"Wolfless?" he mocked. "You are not wolfless, little one. Your power is just sleeping. It was waiting for a King to wake it up."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

"And he was a fool," the stranger whispered. "Because I don't reject what is mine."

My breath hitched. "Yours?"

He stood up, towering over me, and extended a hand.

"I am Damon Blackwood," he said, the power in his voice making the ground vibrate.

"Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. And you, Elara Vance... are coming home with me."

Elara’s POV

"Coming home with me."

The words echoed in the cold night air, hanging between us like a promise or a threat. 

Before I could process what he meant, before I could even ask if he planned to kill me or eat me, the world tilted.

Damon Blackwood scooped me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing more than a feather.

"Put me down!" I gasped, instinctively pressing my hands against his chest.

Beneath the expensive fabric of his suit, I could feel muscles as hard as granite. He was warm. Incredibly, impossibly warm.

"Stop squirming," he rumbled, not looking down at me. 

He strode through the uneven forest terrain with terrifying ease, not stumbling once in the dark.

 "You’re bleeding, you’re freezing, and you’re in shock. If I put you down, you’ll collapse."

I wanted to argue, but he was right. My adrenaline was fading, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion.

 My knee throbbed where I had skinned it, and my feet we