Rejected and Discarded

Wide eyes glittering with unshed tears, fingers clenched unto her faded green garment, Nyssa stared down at the feet of the Alpha, not looking up even after being accused of being a witch. She dare not speak back. She is worthy. She’s just a slave whose life is nothing less than one of the glasses the people hold in their hands.

She knew her place and she has come to accept it. Yet, her heart pounded in her chest.

‘I never called the prince my mate. He did. I don’t even have a wolf to tell whether he was right or wrong. I did nothing wrong’ her thoughts that should never pass her lips.

The hall was silent. Not even a murmur. Everyone stared waiting for what the Alpha would do to the unfortunate servant. Madame Julie had also entered the hall and shook her head knowing that she would need a replacement for servant number 16.

Soon, footsteps were heard from the side, Nyssa dared not look until she saw the clean boots in front of her. She could smell him. Lucien.

“Look at me” Lucien ordered.

Nyssa immediately raised her head to meet his eyes. Her breath hitched—golden eyes met brown ones. For a moment, everything stilled. No one spoke, no move.

Lucien felt war within. His wolf couldn’t keep still. Her scent filled his lungs, intoxicating and impossible to ignore. The hunger. The need. The desperation.

‘Touch her. Claim her. She is ours. Claim her!’ His wolf, Varn, thundered through his mind.

Lucien’s jaws clenched, and his fingers formed into fists.

They stared at each other for long seconds, trapped in the moment—until a voice broke the silence.

“Son” Alpha Mark called gently.

Lucien blinked. He heard his father say,

“She’s a witch. She is using her power to pry into your mind.”

Lucien's face darkened, his mouth twisted in disgust and he spoke each word like was venom, “I, Prince Lucien, future Alpha to the Moonrage Pack reject you…” he paused, he didn’t know her name.

Nyssa’s head had bowed down, bracing herself for the pain. She had always heard that rejection was agony. Still, she waited with closed eyes.

“What is your name?” Lucien asked silently.

“Servant number 16” Nyssa replied.

No one ever called her by her real name. Not when she is a slave. Slaves don’t have names. They are given numbers by their master. Her master gave her servant number 16.

Lucien’s jaws clenched. It was more reason for him to reject her. He can never be entangled with a servant, a nameless, wolfless servant.

“I reject you, Servant number 16, as my mate.” He smirked, “The moon goddess must be indeed out of her mind to mate me with a lowlife like you. I command you to accept this rejection”

Nyssa gulped and whispered, “I accept”

“Louder! We can’t hear you” Lucien growled.

“I accept your rejection, my lord” Nyssa’s shaky voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

The pain came fast. Her chest burned, and her hand flew instinctively to her heart region. She gnashed her teeth, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had heard it would hurt—but nothing prepared her for the ripping agony. Even without a wolf, she felt her soul shatter into pieces.

Lucien turned on his heels and walked back to where Princess Sarah waited. She smiled brightly at him before grabbing his hand in hers and kissing it gently.

“As we all know, a slave can never be mated to my son, a royal blood.” Alpha Mark declared. “Therefore, this servant— this peasant would be whipped a hundred strokes and burnt alive”

Nyssa snapped her head up, panic in her eyes, “My lord… please.” She cried.

But her voice was drowned by the crowd chanting:

“Long live Alpha Mark. Long live the Alpha!”

The Alpha raised his hand to silence them. His face was grim.

He wanted her killed as soon as possible as she had tarnished her son’s name entangling it with hers on this special day, amidst so many Alphas from different packs.

“This will never be mentioned by anyone. This must never leave this hall” His order was final.

Then, from among the seated Alphas, one raised his hand with a cruel smile. A nearly naked woman sat lazily on his lap.

“Since she’s a slave, my lord, I hope you don’t mind me using her for my entertainment before she is finished off.”

Alpha Mark laughed, the amusement returning to his face, he replied, “A slave can be used for anything. They are worthless creatures.”

Nyssa stiffened, her breath caught, eyes wide. This cannot be happening to her; her heart thudding in her chest.

Hearing this, the rest of the Alphas want to get a taste of Nyssa.

“She’s pretty even with those old rags on. Might not mind a turn after you, Alpha Zane”

“You all can have her one by one. Just as long as she doesn’t die. She needs to be burnt alive,” Alpha Mark chuckled.

Laugher erupted through the hall.

Alpha Zane stepped forward, grinning like a beast in heat. He grabbed Nyssa by the arm and yanked her to her feet.

“No, Plea—”

A slap landed on her cheek, echoing like thunder, causing her to swallow the rest of her plea.

Varn howled from within Lucien.

‘Mine. Mine. Mine!’ He roared.

But Lucien only grips Princess Sarah’s hand tighter. His face gave nothing away.

And then—rip

Her old weak garment gave way before she could protest. Leaving one of her breasts exposed, barely contained. For the first time, Nyssa’s eyes looked at Lucien.

For split seconds there, she thought she saw pity. She thought she saw raw anger on her behalf.

She trembled. Her eyes begged him to help her—to tell them to stop. And he did.

“Stop!” Lucien’s voice thundered, breaking through the sick amusement in the hall. The laughter and the screams like they were watching a fascinating show all died down.

“Lucien” Alpha Mark whispered through gritted teeth right beside his son, “If you do this, I will disown you and make one of your sisters wear the crown.”

 But Lucien’s cold voice rang through the hall again,

“Take it elsewhere. You shall not ruin my feast.” He forced his face into a mask of indifference but his inside twisted as Varn protested.

“As you wish, my prince,” Alpha Zane smirked while Alpha Mark chuckled.

“That’s my son”.

Nyssa was dragged from the hall like discarded filth. Her face was a mix of pain, shock, and crushing disappointment as she looked back at Lucien one last time.

She didn’t fight anymore.

After all, she’s nothing but a useless servant. Worthless and wolfless.

****

“You should be proud, little slave. Not every omega gets to entertain an Alpha before their death” Alpha Zane chuckled at his own words. He walked behind her, watching her as she walked ahead. His eyes fixed on her waist as they moved, and he licked his lips.

Nyssa’s cheek still stung from the slap, she didn’t cry anymore. The tears had dried up, leaving her eyes dull. She had come to accept defeat.

They passed a few guards who were guarding the chamber; they only looked but said nothing. None dared to question an Alpha.

‘Pak!’

 A hot slap landed on her ass causing Nyssa to freeze in her steps. Her butt cheeks burned, but the man didn’t take his hand off as he said, “Here” he gestured to her, opening the door.

Nyssa walked into the guest chamber. It was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful room she has entered in her life. It was dimly lit, lavish, and had a fresh fragnance compared to the servant’s room. The slamming of the door by Alpha Zane caused her to flinch. She turned around to meet his eyes filled with hunger and lust.

Nyssa backed away. Fear gripped her. Alpha Zane looked like a beast, a hungry dangerous beast. She wanted to beg, ask him to let her go but she knew that wouldn’t work.

Alpha Zane grabbed her by her upper arm and dragged her closer to himself. Her back hit his chest and he dropped his head to her neck, sniffing her there.

“I am going to enjoy this” he muttered.

She could feel the poking of his erection on her. Cold creepy fingers reached for her chest, peeling off her torn garment. Wind from the window swept into the room, brushing her bare skin.

Nyssa struggled to keep still, but her mind rebelled. She couldn’t let herself be treated like this.

‘You have to fight.

You’re a werewolf, too. You have a right to your body.

Remember, you are Nyssa Wales.’

Nyssa’s eyes flicker. Something rose up within her. Her fingers slowly molded into fists.

Alpha Zane palmed her breast, and he caused her to twirl to face him. She bowed her head.

“Fucking little slut” he chuckled when he noticed Nyssa’s erect nipple.

Quickly, he began to undo his belt. His lustful eyes fixed on Nyssa’s breasts. The moment his trousers dropped to the ground, Nyssa’s right knee slammed hard into his groin.

“Arghhh!” The loud scream of Alpha Zane erupted through the room as his knees buckled. Nyssa didn’t waste any time, she didn’t care that she was half naked; she dashed towards the window and jumped out.

“She’s escaped! Guards!”