Chasing his rejected mate

The night brimmed with excitement, with the moon casting its silvery embrace upon the opulent mansion that belonged to Alpha Jacob. This was no ordinary evening; it marked the eighteenth birthday of the Alpha, a moment long-awaited by the entire pack.

Amidst the jubilant festivities, the air carried not only the scent of pine trees but also the electrifying buzz of anticipation. The ancient forest that surrounded us added to the mystique of the occasion, and the energy was nothing short of electric.

Alpha Jacob, towering in both height and presence at just eighteen, exuded an aura of unshakable authority. He possessed the rarest of qualities, a high alpha gene, which solidified his position as the pack's soon-to-be leader. Every member of the pack held him in the highest esteem.

Tonight, the fate of the pack rested on the brink of change. The moment he found his mate, the alpha mantle would be passed to him by his parents. As for me, I lingered in the shadows, a solitary figure hidden from those who did not recognize me as a pack member. My desire was simple: to bask in the exhilaration of the night, an observer of the enchanting celebration unfolding before me.

Born to omega parents, I had always existed on the fringes, forever an outsider in a world where belonging was defined by the presence of a wolf within. Though I possessed features that many would deem beautiful—lustrous dark brown hair, striking hazel eyes, sun-kissed tan skin, a slender frame, and an average height—it would be considered ideal here. I remained an outcast, the void of a wolf setting me apart.

As the night grew deeper and the moon reached its zenith, a hushed anticipation descended upon the jubilation. This was the hour we had all been eagerly anticipating—Alpha’s mating ceremony. It was the moment when the moon’s ethereal guidance would unveil the destined mate for our Alpha.

Jacob’s sharp, piercing azure eyes roved across the room, and a chill of anxiety coursed through me. I had long come to terms with my place as an outsider in his world—a mere human amidst a pack of formidable werewolves.

The inappropriateness of my presence was something I had reconciled with. However, as the moon’s radiant light filled the room, I couldn’t help but wonder if it had a different plan in store for me. The words hung heavy in the air as Jacob's eye locked onto mine, and he uttered the word that would change everything. “Mate.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. It couldn’t be Jacob, the Alpha of our pack, who had just pronounced me his mate in front of the entire gathering. The murmurs, gasps, and even snarls from the pack members were drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears.

Jacob, his expression unreadable, stepped towards me with purpose, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the area. He extended a hand, his eyes never leaving mine. “Claire,” he said, his voice low and resonant, “come with me.”

I was stunned, unable to move or speak. My mind raced, struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions and the undeniable connection that had just been revealed. At that moment, I felt like a puppet, caught in the strings of fate.

Jacob’s grip on my hand was firm yet gentle as he led me away from the crowd. We left the grand hall behind, the sounds of the party fading into the distance. My heart was a tumultuous storm of confusion, fear, and a strange feeling.

As Alpha Jacob led me away from the festivities, I couldn’t help but feel a torrent of emotions swirling inside me. His silver eyes pierced mine.

The realization that I was Jacob’s mate, a position traditionally reserved for the most respected and cherished members of the pack, best daughters, or even the highest-pack female warriors, was mind-boggling. And yet, there was something deeper that I needed to explain.

“Jacob,” I began, “you knew my name because I’ve always been the outcast, the human-born omega who never shifted. Everyone in the pack knew me as the one who didn’t belong, who couldn’t belong.”

Jacob’s piercing gaze softened, and for the first time, I saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. “Claire,” he said, “I’ve always known who you were. But tonight, the moon revealed a truth that transcends everything. You are my mate; it’s a bond I can’t deny.”

In his presence, I felt a warm acceptance that I had longed for my entire life. It was as if the moon itself had orchestrated our meeting to heal the wounds of the past.

With Jacob, I had a chance to be more than just the outcast, more than the girl who couldn’t shift. I had a chance to be someone cherished and accepted, not despite my differences, but because of them.

As Alpha Jacob led me to his private chambers, a palpable tension hung between us. The moon’s revelation had set our hearts ablaze, and the room itself seemed to crackle with the electricity of destiny.

His eyes, once commanding and formidable, softened as he gazed into mine, and could see vulnerability in him that I hadn’t noticed before.

In the quiet sanctuary of his room, we stood mere inches apart; our breaths synced in a rhythm that spoke of longing and desire as he locked his bedroom door.

Jacob’s fingers brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face as I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together, and in that moment, all doubts and fears melted away.

The night unfolded in a tender dance of exploration, our hands tracing the contours of each other’s bodies with reverence.

Jacob’s lips met mine in a slow, passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. His touch was both gentle and possessive as if he couldn’t get enough of me, as if I were the missing piece of his soul.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room as our intimacy deepened, each moment a testament to the undeniable bond that had bound us.

Words became obsolete as sour bodies communicated the depth of our longing, an unspoken promise of a future together. It was true that had a crush on him and suddenly I was living everyone’s dream.

As dawn approached, we lay entwined, our breaths ragged, our hearts entangled. I nestled against Jacob’s chest, feeling the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a night of intimacy, of secret sharing, and of a love that had ignited despite the odds.

But when I awoke the next morning, Jacob was gone, leaving behind only the faded traces of our passion. Confusion and a sense of abandonment gripped me. I smiled before getting up to find him. The recollection of last night’s passionate moment flooded my memory, making me blush.

As I stepped out of his room and ventured down the corridor, hushed voices reached my ears.

Driven by an irresistible curiosity, I trailed the hushed whispers, my heart hammering in my chest, until I stood before the door left slightly ajar. Gently pushing it open, I was met with a sight that left me utterly stupefied. Inside the room, Alpha Jacob stood at the center, flanked by his parents, engrossed in a grave conversation.

Even though my presence should have been detectable to a werewolf’s acute senses, the intensity of their discussion seemed to have absorbed their attention completely, leaving me undetected. I couldn’t help but suspect that I might be a subject of their heated discourse.

“I can’t believe you’ve mated with her, Jacob,” his mother, Cathy, remarked, her voice dripping with an evidence disdain that sent a chill down my spine.

His father's agreement was notable, and he nodded solemnly. “She’s not only from an omega’s bloodline, but she’s human, son. She’s weak and unfit. This is a disgrace to our pack. You should have been more cautious.”

Alpha Jacob’s response carried a touch of vulnerability that tugged my heartstrings.” Am I not strong enough to protect her?”

His mother, Cathy, remained steadfast in her stance, her words firm. “If other packs were to learn that you’ve mated with a human, they’d perceive us as weak. We’ve built this pack on strong foundations over decades. We won’t let you jeopardize it. She’s not fit to become the Luna of this pack. A Luna must command respect from all. People will ridicule us. You’re next in line to become the alpha, though many already regard you as one, but you’re not officially an alpha yet. Don’t force us to seek a more suitable candidate for that title.”

Alpha Jacob’s tone carried an undercurrent of disdain as he asked, “Then what do you suggest I do?” The tension in the room was notable, and I couldn’t help but feel like an unwitting pawn in their complex, otherworldly drama.

“We’ve already extended a marriage proposal to Beta Daisy for his daughter, who would be a perfect fit for the role of Luna,” his mother declared with a triumphant smile.

A suffocating sensation gripped me as I absorbed the words, the weight of the situation settling in. Jacob’s parents had only rejected me for who I was but also because of my humanity.

The bond we had shared just the previous night now felt like a fragile thread ready to snap. I couldn’t deny the painful truth any longer – I was not only an outsider within my own mate’s family. The realization stung, leaving me with a profound sense of isolation and heartache.

In the wake of their revelation, the room descended into an oppressive, suffocating silence, as if they had suddenly sensed an intruder. My heart, gripped by an agony I had never before experienced, bore the crushing weight of their rejection like a relentless tidal wave, leaving me drowning in a sea of despair.

I stood there, tears welling in my eyes, feeling vulnerable and exposed, caught amid this painful revelation. The bond we had shared, the intimacy of the night, now seemed like a distant dream shattered by the harsh light reality.

Suddenly, Alpha Jacob’s gaze pierced through the room, locking into my eyes that bore an unmistakable mix of turmoil and conflict. In a matter of seconds, they stood before me – Alpha Morgan and Luna Cathy – both of them regarding me with a disdain so evident it made me feel as though I could simply vanish into thin air.

“Do it!” His mother urged him.

Jacob’s voice trembled as he spoke again addressing the turmoil within him and the pressure from his parents. “Claire sweetheart,” he  said, his tone heavy with regret, “I, Alpha Jacob, reject you as my mate and future Luna.”

Those words hung in the air, a painful proclamation that marked the end of a brief, intimate story; it was like a one-night stand.

The shock of his rejection pierced through me, leaving a deep wound that I knew would take a long time to heal.