Marked for Ruin: The Alphas’ Rejected Mate

EllaThe hallway felt endless. I paused, glanced around, and continued walking, though each step felt heavier than the last. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the echo of my footsteps. I had grown used to it—the stares, the whispers, the cold indifference.In the beginning, it was new and different in ways I couldn’t explain, but now it was a familiar feeling. I could almost taste it every time I experienced it. When you’re ostracized long enough, it becomes easier to live with the isolation that comes with it.I had learned to stay in the shadows, to avoid being noticed. It was better for me, and for them. You might wonder why I chose to fade into the background, but in my world, it was a kind of salvation.I was an omega, the lowest of the low in our pack. Invisible, unappreciated, ignored, except when someone wanted to remind me of my place. They didn’t need a reason; my mere existence was enough. They would find me wherever I was, just to drill the harsh truth of my re

EllaIt grew quieter as the sound of their footsteps faded into the distance. They were gone.They had rejected me, and they didn’t care about how that affected me. That was the height of their cruelty, but in a way, I understood them.As I stumbled through the woods, my vision blurred with tears that I refused to shed. I tried to see things from their perspective as the conversation replayed in my mind.While I had put on a brave face earlier, now, alone, I could admit that it broke me to come to terms with reality.Each step felt heavy. I had longed for silence, but this was deafening. My head throbbed, and my limbs felt weak from exhaustion and something else— something I would be thinking about for a long time.I stopped walking and looked back, hoping for a moment that they had changed their minds and returned. Then I broke into a short laugh. Hope was such a silly concept, especially when this was my reality.Nothing could change it now. I was always going to be the omega that n

KADE“I’m nothing like Lucian,” I muttered under my breath as I made my way down the hallway and took a right turn. I walked past some students, but they seemed too engrossed in their phones to notice me, and I was grateful for it.An added advantage was leaving Lucian behind, since he was being extra lazy. He didn’t mind, and I would be free from being clustered among people whose guts I couldn’t stand. I liked it that way.It was a quiet morning in school, which was unusual. I started to wonder if we would find out something the other students thought was newsworthy. I better not be mentioned in any column or gossip, or I’ll have to find that Harper girl and make her pay.I groaned at the fact that she had become a part of my life. We were mates, and although Lucian and I had rejected her, I could still feel the bond tugging at me. The difference was that the feeling wasn’t as deep as it had been that day.When we rejected Ella, I felt the pain shoot through my chest too. We were ju

ELLAI hadn’t healed from the rejection I felt from the twins. I didn’t want to see them, be close to them, or even breathe in their scent, but I knew I was just hurting. I could only stay away from the pack for so long.At some point, I would have to be in the same space as them, and I needed to learn how to deal with my emotions.In school, it was easier to stay away from them as the bullying had drastically reduced. It felt like the rejection was the catalyst they needed to change their minds about picking on me.I didn’t walk past them in the hallway; it seemed like they were doing everything possible to prove that they wanted nothing to do with me. And in a way, that hurt just as much as the bullying.I had grown accustomed to seeing them leaning against my locker with a hateful look in their eyes. Now, there was nothing.I wasn’t sure how to deal with this new development, but I held onto one thing: they rejected me, and I had to live with that for the rest of my life.It probab

ELLAI woke up the next morning feeling out of sorts. Lyla said it was normal, as this was the first time I was really exercising my limbs, and if I kept up with the training sessions, I would feel a lot better in no time.But right now, that felt like something she only said to make me feel better and convince me to keep training.The pain in my arms and legs made me want to opt out and never go back. But there was no chickening out of this. I had started it, and I wanted to see it through.I forced myself to sit up despite the pain and looked out the window as the sun’s rays streamed into the room. It was Saturday, and I was relieved that I didn’t have to walk around the hallways or sit through classes while my body ached in places I didn’t even think could hurt.I had a few chores to do around the house before I could have breakfast, then nothing else to occupy me except reading or lying in bed, lost in a million thoughts. I would’ve taken a walk, but in this state, I needed to sav