Cade's POV
"Alpha Cade!" the crowd cheered as I walked in, my head held high. My father proudly placed his hands on my shoulders, a smile lighting up his face.
"Double celebration for us, Nightshade. Alpha Cade is plus one today!" he announced, and the room erupted in applause.
I smiled, scanning the room until my gaze met Zyra's. Instantly, my smile faded as I noticed the stern expression on her face. She quickly looked away before I could react.
Looks like someone has some guts now.
I watched as she made her way back into the mansion, determined to get under my skin. Well, I would deal with her later.
Amidst the congratulatory wishes from pack members, I grew tired of the noise. The celebration filled every nook and corner, and I decided to retreat inside the mansion. Kevin and Alex walked beside me as we made our way to the hall where the birthday festivities were taking place.
Everything was going well—I had assumed my rightful position as the Alpha, the birthday celebration was in full swing, and now all that remained was finding my mate.
Standing at the head of the table, I watched my pack members enjoy the food, drink, and music. It was truly a joyous occasion. As I reached for a glass of champagne, I spotted Aria gracefully approaching me with a wine glass in hand, swirling the liquid within it.
"Alpha Cade," she smiled, bowing her head respectfully. "It's good to see you again. I hope you're having fun."
"Yes, I am. Thank you, Aria. And happy birthday," I replied with a raised eyebrow.
Aria's smile widened as she pulled out a small box from behind her back.
"Oh, for me?" I mouthed, and she nodded.
"I got you a little present," she said, gesturing for me to open the box. I took it in my hands and slowly opened it, revealing a diamond wristwatch inside. I chuckled softly, looking back at her.
"Well, thank you. It's a perfect addition to my walk-in closet," I replied, closing the box.
"I'm glad you love it. You have such high class," she complimented, her eyes sparkling.
She was right—I did have high class and taste, no doubt about it. But then, out of nowhere, she surprised me with a question.
"So, I was wondering if you'd consider me as your mate," she stated with a hopeful smile.
I laughed softly, smirking at her. "You want to be my mate, don't you?"
Her smile grew wider as she nodded. "Who wouldn't want to be your mate? Although I haven't felt any bond yet. Have you?"
I shook my head, indicating that I hadn't either. "No, not yet. Well, let's see if you could be my mate."
"Let's see," she replied, and the whole room erupted in cheers and applause.
Suddenly, our attention was drawn to two pack members kissing passionately in the corner of the room.
"Looks like Sam has already found his mate. I better find mine too," Aria sighed, glancing at the scene before taking one last look at me. She swayed her hips seductively as she walked away, trying to provoke me as always.
I laughed softly, turning my gaze to find my parents engrossed in conversation. My mother's smile was infectious, spreading joy throughout the room.
Taking another sip from my glass, however, I felt a sense of unease. I knew this feeling—it was the expectation of finding my mate today. But was I truly ready for that kind of commitment?
As I looked around, my eyes fell upon a lone figure standing at the edge of the clearing. Something about her caught my attention. It was like a magnetic pull drawing me closer to her. With each step towards her, the feeling intensified until she turned around.
And there she was—the person I felt inexplicably drawn to. But as our eyes met, her expression turned to one of disappointment and disbelief.
Zyra's POV
I couldn't find the words to describe what I was feeling—a strange pull towards someone, an undeniable connection. And yet, as I turned around with a smile, my excitement quickly turned to disappointment.
Of all people, why did it have to be Alpha Cade?
As he approached me, our pack members around us understood what was happening. Scowls and jeers emanated from the crowd, and Alpha Cade's look of disappointment only confirmed their disapproval.
"I had always imagined my mate to be someone I would love and cherish, but you... someone I care less about," he said, his words cutting through me like a knife.
For a moment, the room fell into stunned silence, only to be replaced by murmurs and whispers that stung as they reached my ears.
"Oh my goodness, she's his mate?"
"Why her???”
"Damn, a low-class bitch is mated to our esteemed Alpha? What a shame for our pack."
The comments and whispers filled the air, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of their judgment.
"Do you think I want anything to do with you?" I questioned Alpha Cade, meeting his intense gaze.
He narrowed his eyes, baring his teeth, his voice rumbling with an almost menacing tone. "I don't want anything to do with your pack either," he retorted with a scoff.
The hostility in his words hit me hard. I forced a smile, although tears welled up in my eyes. "Alpha Cade, please don't say that. You shouldn't," I replied, my voice trembling.
Without hesitation, he took a step back, his side smile filled with a sense of pride. "Zyra, I reject you as my mate. I, Alpha Cade of Nightshade Pack, reject you, Zyra Xander, as my mate," he announced, his words piercing through my heart.
My eyes widened in shock, my breath hitching in my throat. The realization that I would be bound to him through the wolf bond, yet unwanted, weighed heavily upon me.
"How could I love an omega as pathetic as you? You are weak and will never be good enough for me and my pack. I have no desire to waste my time on you," he proclaimed, his words laced with disdain.
Tears streamed down my face, a mixture of pain, humiliation, and confusion. The world around me blurred as the reality of rejection settled in.
Alpha Cade's rejection echoed loudly in my mind, a constant reminder that the bond we shared would remain, even if his heart chose to turn away. The room filled with murmurs of sympathy and shock, amplifying my feelings of isolation.
Within me, something shifted. I straightened my posture and wiped away my tears with determination in my eyes. I wouldn't allow his rejection to break me. I had faced hardships before and would continue to do so with strength.
"How dare you," I whispered, my voice steady. "How dare you reject me so callously, disregarding the bond we share. I may be an omega, but I am strong, resilient, and deserving of love."
Alpha Cade's eyes widened, his arrogance faltering for a moment as he observed my newfound resolve.
"There is strength in me that you have failed to see, Alpha Cade. I may never be good enough for you and your pack, but that doesn't define my worth," I declared, my voice growing stronger with each word.
With one final glance of defiance, I turned away from him, holding my head high. As I walked away, I could feel the weight of the pack's stares, a mix of curiosity, judgment, and pity. Yet, I refused to let their opinions define me.
I will rise above this rejection and prove not only to myself but to everyone that I am more than Alpha Cade's rejected mate.
Zyra's POVI couldn't stand the way everyone kept looking at me. Their eyes felt like daggers, death glares and all."Pst! If I was in Alpha Cade's shoes, I would also reject her. How would someone like her be the Luna of our pack?" someone said.I turned around to chase after Cade. He can't do this to me. It's not like I chose to be his Luna.And again, why me, Moon goddess?I could see Alpha Cade walking away as fast as anything could. And why would he leave?He went into his room and slammed the door. He will explain to me what is wrong with him!I stormed into his room, my eyes blazing with anger. "Why are you doing this to me?" I demanded. He stopped in his tracks and turned to me, his expression cold and indifferent."I'm not doing anything to you," he replied and I scoffed."Oh, really?""What makes you think you have the right to question me?""Oh, in case you don't know, Alpha, we are mates! I deserve respect too," I replied, and he laughed."How many times do you need to hea
Zyra POV My jaw dropped as I beheld the figure before me. My imaginings had not been in vain; the Lycan standing in front of me was as breathtakingly handsome as I had always envisioned. But his presence also emanated an eerie intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Territory?" I managed to stammer, my voice trembling with unease. "What are you doing here?" he retorted sharply, his voice cold and rough. Caught off guard, I struggled to find my words. "Uhm, I... I'm sorry," I blurted out, hoping to defuse the tense atmosphere. His scoffing response only deepened my anxiety. "Sorry? Does that even answer my question?" he replied, his tone dripping with skepticism. Feeling a surge of fear, I instinctively took a step back, creating a bit of distance between us. It was as if every survival instinct within me screamed to escape from his formidable presence. However, curiosity still gnawed at me, urging me to uncover the reason for his unexpected appearance. "Uhm," I cleared my thro
Zyra POV“You can see for yourself that I am useless so you should leave.” I said dismissively as I took a step back and sat on the ground. My heart pounding in my chest and my body trembling and battered.“You haven’t shapeshifted?”“I made it clear.” I groaned lowly and he let out a soft laugh“Is that why they hate you?” he asked“Why shouldn’t they?” I replied and turned away to look elsewhere“Everyone has their own time and there is a first time for everything, your own might not be now but definitely or even something better for you.” He replied and I turned to look at him, locking eyes with him.Marcus, the renowned and powerful Lycan known throughout the supernatural world. His eyes, piercing amber, held a mix of concern and determination as he locked eyes with me"Are you alright?" Marcus's deep voice resonated with genuine worry.“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked when I can see you are not.” He said immediatelymy voice quivered as I responded, "N-no, I'm not. They…. The
Zyra POVI sat still in the room and waited for Marcus return. While waiting, I took the opportunity to look around the room.The room was adorned with beautiful portraits hanging on the wall, books in shelves and a small wine cellar.A smile graced my lips as I released a low sigh, I sat alone in this room, wrapped snugly in a soft bathrobe. It feels comforting against my weary body, but my mind is still troubled by the events that led me here. I was injured, lost, and alone until Marcus, the powerful Lycan King, stumbled upon me.Marcus... He has a heart of gold; I can tell he is a nice person. When he found me injured and vulnerable, he couldn't bear to leave me behind, I honestly imagined him to diss me and leave. He brought me to his home, providing shelter and care. Such kindness is rare, especially coming from someone with as much power and responsibility as he holds.I wait patiently in the room, contemplating my own thoughts, when a familiar rumbling sound catches my
Marcus POVI do not know how long this pain will continue to occur, no one else but me knows how much I feel. I made an attempt to get back on my feet but I fell back to the ground.Pain!My head, banging profusely and my body convulses with searing pain as I lie crumpled on the unforgiving ground. Groaning and whimpering escape my lips, involuntary sounds wrenched from the depths of my tortured soul. Each groan is a testament to the immense agony that courses through every fiber of my being.“No, I would not want Zyra to come find me this way.” I said in my thoughts but I could not get up from the ground.The weight of my cursed existence presses down on me, making it hard to breathe.“I need to leave here.” I muttered as I gathered my strength together and made a swift movement to the next room and jumped out through the window.This is one of the reasons I do not stay with my pack members, how could they keep seeing their Alpha go through this cursed pain every day.As I
Zyra POVJust as Marcus had said, he refused to follow me back to Alpha Cade. I made my way through the silent forest until I arrived at the pack mansion and stood before the broad gate. I could feel my heart begin to race slowly."Brace yourself Zyra, this might be your last time here after all he rejected you," I said to myself and heaved a sigh. I was about to walk into the open doors when I heard my name from behind."Zyra?" I immediately recognized that voice. It belonged to Alpha Cade's sister! I blinked rapidly before turning around to see her standing with one of her minions, Elara. I inwardly rolled my eyes, preparing for whatever they had to say."Wow, our long-lost toy," Elara chuckled as she did what she knows how to do best - circling around me like I am some prey for her to feed on. I rolled my eyes inwardly and sighed, glaring at her as I clenched my fist."What now?" I rolled my eyes."Wow, where did such audacity come from? Looks like someone has forgotten her place,"
Marcus POVI sat alone in my room, the silence echoing in my mind. Every breath I took seemed heavy with doubt, each beat of my heart thumping against the weight of my thoughts. Did I make the right choice? Sending Zyra back to her pack, a pack that abuses and mistreats her?Memories of Zyra's hurt and pain haunted me, flickering like a broken reel of film. She had stumbled into my life, battered and broken, seeking refuge from a world that had dealt her nothing but cruelty. In that moment, I couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer. I opened my doors and let her in, allowing her to find solace under my roof for just one night. But one night turned into days, and days turned into weeks.Now, as I sat on my bed, I yearned to protect her. The desire to shield her from those who caused her harm burned within me. Yet, doubts crept in like uninvited guests at a feast. Was it my place to intervene in her life? Would she be safer with her pack, despite the abuse they i
Zyra's POVI stood there in disbelief at my own actions, staring blankly at the man before me. I had just punched Cade, my ex-mate, straight in the face. Instead of quickly fleeing the scene, I found myself frozen in place. This was Cade, after all.He wiped his lips and slowly lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine with a seething glare. I blinked rapidly, feeling a mix of fear and defiance. "You hit me?" he sneered, his voice filled with incredulity as he rose from the bed and began to approach me. "And I will hit you again if you dare take one step closer," I warned, my voice firm, though my heart raced with uncertainty.But he simply laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the room. "I know you, Zyra," he taunted. "You're a poor thing. Weak. Powerless."I couldn't let him finish his statement. Without hesitation, I grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it at his head, its impact sending him crashing to the ground. "Say that again," I seethed, my anger boiling over, "and I'll make