Rejected By The Alpha Claimed By The Lycan King

The bucket of ice water hit me before I even opened my eyes.

I gasped, shooting upright as freezing water soaked through my thin nightshirt. My heart slammed against my ribs.

"Get up, you worthless girl!" Aunt Clara's voice cut through the darkness. "The Alpha's breakfast won't cook itself."

I blinked water from my eyes. The tiny window above my mattress showed only black sky. It was barely five in the morning.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Clara," I whispered, scrambling to my feet. "I'll get started right away."

She stood in my doorway, arms crossed, disgust written all over her face. "Twenty-two years old and still broken. Can't even shift. Do you know what that makes you?"

I kept my eyes on the floor. I've heard this speech a thousand times.

"Nothing," she spat. "A defective Omega who should be grateful we let you breathe our air." She kicked the empty bucket across the floor. "Clean this up and get to the kitchen. You have one hour."

The door slammed so hard the walls shook.

I stood there shivering in my soaked clothes, trying to push down the familiar ache in my chest. This was my life. Wake up. Work. Get screamed at. Sleep. Repeat.

Most wolves shifted for the first time around thirteen. By sixteen, everyone had their wolf. But me? Nothing. Just empty silence where my wolf should be.

I changed into my only other nightshirt and pulled on my usual outfit: an oversized grey sweater and patched black leggings. My reflection in the cracked mirror showed the same plain face I saw every day. Too thin. Too ordinary. The only thing remotely interesting about me was my eyes. They were grey, but sometimes they looked almost silver in a certain light.

Pack members said it was creepy.

Just another reason I didn't belong.

I hurried down the servant stairs to the kitchen. The packhouse was huge, like a modern mansion with three floors. Alpha Damon lived on the top floor in luxury I couldn't even imagine. Important wolves had the second floor. Servants like me got the basement.

Old Esme was already on the stove when I arrived.

"Morning, child," she said softly, giving me a warm smile that made my chest feel less tight.

"Morning, Esme."

She was the only person in this entire pack who treated me like I mattered. The only one who didn't look at me like I was dirt.

"Big week ahead," she said as I pulled out ingredients for pancakes. "The Mate Revelation Ball is in three days."

My hands froze on the flour bag.

"You'll be twenty-two at midnight during the ball," she continued gently.

"I know." My voice came out barely a whisper.

Every year, the pack held the Mate Revelation Ball. Wolves who turned of age that year would discover their fated mates when the clock struck midnight. The Moon Goddess would reveal the bonds, and true mates would find each other.

But that wasn't for girls like me.

"Just because you haven't shifted doesn't mean the Goddess forgot you, Aurora," Esme said, reading my thoughts like always.

I wanted to believe her. But hope was dangerous. Hope only led to heartbreak.

"I'm just serving anyway," I said, measuring flour. "I won't even be on the ballroom floor."

"Maybe. But the Goddess works in mysterious ways."

Before she could say more, heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. My stomach dropped.

Uncle Marcus appeared in the doorway. He was built like the warrior he used to be, tall and broad with cold eyes that always made my skin crawl.

"Aurora," he said smoothly. "Take breakfast to the Alpha's office this morning. He has an early meeting."

My heart started racing. I hated being alone with the higher-ranking wolves.

"Yes, Uncle Marcus."

His gaze lingered on me for too long. "And don't embarrass us. The Alpha doesn't have time for clumsy Omegas."

Heat flooded my face, but I nodded.

After he left, Esme squeezed my shoulder. "You'll be fine, child. Just be yourself."

If only being myself was ever enough.

An hour later, I stood outside the Alpha's office with a breakfast tray, my hands shaking. Alpha Damon Blackwood. I'd lived in this packhouse for nineteen years and he'd maybe spoken five words to me total.

He was like a god here. Powerful. Rich. Untouchable.

And terrifying.

I knocked three times.

"Enter."

That single word, deep and commanding, sent chills down my spine.

I pushed the door open, balancing the heavy tray.

The office was massive. Floor to ceiling windows. Dark wood everywhere. Shelves packed with books. Everything screamed wealth and power.

And behind the huge desk sat Alpha Damon himself.

I'd seen him from far away plenty of times, but never this close. Never alone.

He was devastating.

Probably six-four with shoulders that filled out his black suit perfectly. Dark hair styled back from a face that looked carved from marble. Strong jaw. Sharp features.

And his eyes.

Ice blue. Cold. The eyes of a predator.

He didn't look up from his papers. "Put it on the side table."

His voice was clipped. Dismissive.

I moved quickly, setting the tray down with trembling hands. Don't drop anything. Don't mess up. Don't...

"You're the Omega."

I froze. He still wasn't looking at me.

"Yes, Alpha," I whispered.

"Marcus's niece."

"Yes, Alpha."

He made a sound that might have been acknowledged. "You may go."

Relief crashed through me. I turned toward the door.

"Wait."

My heart stopped. "Yes, Alpha?"

Finally, he looked up.

Our eyes met.

And the world tilted.

Something electric shot through my body like lightning. The air got thick, charged, alive. My breath caught in my throat. Everything in me screamed that this moment mattered, that something huge was happening, but I didn't understand what.

Alpha Damon's ice-blue eyes widened. Just for a heartbeat. Then his expression went completely blank.

"Nothing," he said, his voice suddenly cold as winter. "Leave."

I practically ran from the office, my pulse hammering in my ears.

What was that?

That feeling when our eyes met... it was like something in me recognized something in him. Like two magnets pulling toward each other.

But that was crazy.

I was nobody. He was the Alpha.

I pushed the thought away as I headed back to the kitchen. I had too much work to daydream about impossible things.

The rest of the day blurred together. Cooking. Cleaning. Staying invisible.

Around three, I picked up the pack pups from school. This was my favorite job. The children didn't care that I was broken. To them, I was just Aurora who told good stories.

"Aurora!" Little Sophie ran up with a huge smile. "I got an A on my spelling test!"

"That's amazing!" I knelt down, genuinely happy for her. "I knew you could do it."

As I walked the five pups back to the packhouse, they chattered about their day. Sophie held my hand. Her brother James told me an elaborate story about a frog he found.

These moments made everything else bearable.

We were almost home when a sleek black car pulled up. My stomach sank.

Vivian Sterling stepped out wearing a designer outfit that cost more than I'd make in ten years. She was beautiful. Perfect blonde hair. Perfect skin. Perfect everything.

And she was engaged to Alpha Damon.

Her eyes landed on me and the pups. Her glossy lips curved into a cruel smile.

"Well, well," she said, walking toward us in her expensive heels. "If it isn't the broken Omega playing babysitter."

The pups pressed closer to me. They didn't like Vivian either.

"Good afternoon, Miss Sterling," I said quietly, keeping my eyes down.

"I heard the funniest rumor today." She circled me like a shark. "Someone said you'd be at the Mate Revelation Ball. Can you imagine? A wolfless nobody thinking she might find a mate?"

My face burned.

"Of course, you'll just be serving drinks in that ugly uniform while real she-wolves find their destined mates." She leaned in close. "But I suppose it's good you'll be there. Someone needs to clean up the champagne glasses."

She laughed, a sound like breaking glass, and walked into the packhouse.

Sophie squeezed my hand. "I don't like her."

"Me neither," James whispered.

I forced a smile. "Come on. Let's get you home."

But Vivian's words stuck with me all evening. As I served dinner. As I washed dishes. As I finally collapsed on my thin mattress around midnight.

A wolfless nobody.

That's all I'd ever be.

I stared at the ceiling, trying not to cry. In three days, the Mate Revelation Ball would happen. I'd turn twenty-two at midnight. And nothing would change.

Because girls like me didn't get fairy tale endings.

Just before sleep took me, I could have sworn I felt something stir deep in my chest. Like a flutter. Like waking up after a very long sleep.

But when I focused on it, the feeling disappeared.

I closed my eyes and let the darkness take me.

I didn't know that in three days, my entire world would shatter.

I didn't know that I had not one, but two fat mates.

And I definitely didn't know that one of them would destroy me before the night was over.