Rejected By The Alpha, Bound As His Luna

Elena’s POVSoon, the courtyard was filled again, wolves gathering after hearing the Alpha had something important to say. I didn’t want to go out there, not after last night. My neck still throbbed where Andrew had marked me, the skin hot and tender under the collar of my shirt. I’d spent the morning staring at it in the mirror in my room, a red bite that screamed everything I wanted to hide. But Clara wouldn’t let me stay inside.“Come on, Elena,” she said, bursting into my room without knocking, her hair messy from running over. She grabbed my arm, her fingers digging in a little too hard. “You can’t just hole up in here. It’ll look suspicious if you don’t show up.”I pulled away, rubbing my wrist. “Clara, please. I told you everything about the forest, the kiss, the mark. You promised you’d keep it to yourself and not overreact.”Her face softened, those eyes of hers full of worry and concern as she stood in front of me. “I know, and I will. But hiding? That’s not nice. Plus, ever

Elena’s POVI swallowed, not looking her in the face. She’s the future Luna after all.“I mean, really, who could blame him? An omega like you? Weak, worthless, barely worth a second glance. He needs a real Luna, someone who can stand by his side without dragging the pack down.”I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as her words hit me. The training grounds went quiet, all eyes on us. Her friends snickered behind her, their arms crossed, heads tilted in fake pity of a sneering smile. Selene flipped her ponytail hair over her shoulder. She stepped closer, her gaze ceasing me from head to toes.“You thought the mate pull meant anything?” she continued, her voice rising so everyone could hear. “Please. That was just a mistake by the moon goddess, a moment of weakness. Andrew’s too smart to tie himself to trash. Now he’s got me, strong, beautiful, from a good bloodline. You? You’re just the orphan girl no one wanted. I don’t want to see you any close to my man.”My throat tightened. I wa

Andrew’s POVThe chamber door shut with a heavy thud, leaving only silence behind. Elena’s scent still lingered in the air, faint but maddening, searing into my memory and making me restless. My hand flexed against my thigh where moments ago it had circled around her throat. I could still feel the warmth of her pulse, the tremble of her breath beneath my grip, the way her lips had parted when I leaned in.“Damn her.”I should have sent her out the moment she stepped through that door. Instead, I’d let her stay. I’d let her speak. Worse, I’d let the bond pull me toward her like a fool. If my mother hadn’t walked in, only the goddess knows what would've happened.“Elena, leave us,” I had ordered, and without a word she obeyed, walking past my mother with her head lowered like an obedient kitten. The sound of her retreating footsteps echoed in my ears long after she was gone.I pushed the thought away, and continued to stare at the beautiful woman before me. She had a deep frown on her f

Andrew’s POV“What happened to Elena?” I screamed, my voice cracked like a whip throughout the room knowing that l last saw her at the lake and left, believing that she will return to the pack since she has no where else to go. I could hardly hear anything else, to my horror, except the horrifying terror look on Rowan's face. His eyes were very big, like a scared little boy, and they gave me the answer even before his mouth opened.“She's gone,” he muttered very quietly. “I went back to her room to get her, to beg her to fight for the bond, for the pack. But the window was open. The scent trail goes to the lake… and then it disappeared at the border stones.”Gone.The word slammed me so hard that it felt like air was being taken out of my lungs. Without even realizing it, I was already standing; the whiskey glass was flying off the wall in a scattering of amber and crystal without my knowing.The bond in me was turning in a terrible way, a living wire that was pulled too tight and was

Elena POVI stood in front of the mirror, hands shaking a little, telling myself to breathe. Outside the window the whole pack was buzzing like bees in a jar. Wolves yelled orders “Move that table left! No, left!” while others laughed and chatted. Kids ran in circles, throwing handfuls of flower petals like they were practicing for a game. Even the old folks were busy, setting up a fancy stone table in the big ballroom with shiny moon rocks and funny carved symbols. Silver and black flags, the pack colors hung from every wall of the palace. It looked like a party, a big happy party. But it was all because of this wedding I never asked for.My wolf wouldn’t sit still inside me. She kept pacing, claws clicking on the floor of my mind. The mating bond pulled like a rope around my ribs, yanking me toward Andrew. I could feel him somewhere downstairs nervous, maybe mad. I didn’t want to care. Today I’d marry him, sure, but only on my rules. He’d have to work hard to make me trust him aga