Rejected Omega, The Alpha's Regret

Beatrice’s POV

"Ahh...oh...Alpha!" A loud moan came from upstairs, causing severe pain to strike my heart.

Alpha Lucas had been doing this for months. And every time he got fresh pussy to please his desire, I fell the unseen victim miserably.

I was his mate yet I was the only one who could feel our mate bond.

I turned eighteen a few months back. I'd been looking forward to that day for a long. Ever since my parents died, my life sucked. Because I was a parentless omega, anyone could bully me. Because I had no scent, everyone despised me saying I was not like a real wolf.

I was always an anomaly in others' eyes. Even though I had successfully got my wolf at 16, they still refused to accept me. As if my very existence was a disgrace.

Ava, my wolf always reassured me that everything would turn well as long as we found our mate. I once believed it but until that day actually came, my last shred of illusion shattered.

That was another exhausting working day. As the clock struck 12, I smelled a fragrance and my whole body perked up. My mate was right near around! Following the tantalizing scent, I felt my way to the stairs. And when I turned the corner of the stairs, I caught our Alpha pinning a shirtless woman on the wall. Intense pain tore through my heart as his c*ck thrust her juicy p*ssy from behind.

I had never thought even in my wildest dreams that Alpha Lucas Moretti would be my mate.

I wished I could tell him the fact but he didn't notice me at all. I couldn't move or even make a voice as their every moan caused huge pain to pierce my heart. It was our mate bond wailing when my mate was having fun fcking other women.

That kind of torture lasted most of that night and I was soaked with sweat and tears when they finally finished. I lost all faith in telling him the truth.

He couldn't recognize me or he didn't bother to recognize me. I was just a nobody here. Unwanted. How would a powerful Alpha like him want someone like me as his mate? A being that the entire wolf pack spurned.

"Oh...yes...Harder! Harder please Alpha!" Another loud moan echoed through the air, causing me to fall to the floor.

“Oh, dear Moon Goddess above, when will it ever end?”

I knew my place. I never dared to expect anything much. I didn't know why the Goddess should bond me to the most powerful and ruthless Alpha in the world. I never asked for that.

"You're being lazy again, bitchy booger?"

Upon hearing that nickname, I raised my head to meet Dina, my bully in the Omega shelter. Bitchy booger. They kept calling me that! It was disgusting and unfair.

“Booger really suits you, huh? You're a nuisance that we can barely breathe with you around." She deliberately fanned her nose with her hand as she kicked me.

"Are you lost in your daydream again? You haven't given up your plan to seduce the Alpha Lucas yet?"

"N-No. I never tried to seduce—"

"Who gives you the guts to talk back to me?" Dina moved closer to me, maliciously stepping right on my hand. The sharp pain made me draw back my hand and push her away.

"I don't want to cause any more trouble, Dina!" I warned her harshly, "Just leave me alone."

“Well, well, the Booger finally has the nerve to fight back?” Maris, who was working in the corner, stopped and walked towards us. "Come on, Beatrice. Stop pretending. We all know you're a bitch. Do you want to smell and steal Alpha Lucas's shirt, again?"

"I... I didn't steal anything. I just picked it up—"

"Oh, bitch. Cut it out. We saw it!" Dina asserted as she forcefully pushed me, causing me to fall to the floor. "Stop daydreaming about getting the Alpha's attention. Can't you hear them? Only those noble she-wolves are qualified to warm Alpha's bed."

Maris chuckled while resting her right arm on Dina's neck. "Yes. Don't you even know how dirty you look? You should be glad males couldn't smell you, or they would hate to kick you out of this house at once."

I clenched my fists as I gritted. Despite the urge from my wolf to lash out, I focused on keeping calm. Arguing with closed-minded individuals would only drain our energy. It wasn't worth it.

"What's happening here?" Dina and Maris backed off as Senior Cora entered the room.

"Time is running out, and your tasks aren't finished yet?" Senior Cora glanced at us, focusing on me. "Beatrice, let's talk."

"Yes, Senior," I replied politely. Staying around Senior Cora was better than being with those two troublemakers. I followed her and as I left, I caught Dina and Maris gloating at me. If looks could kill, they'd be six feet under.

Senior Cora was quiet all the way, making me involuntarily nervous. Although that irresistible pain affected me a lot, I tried my best to complete all my work. I had no clue that I did anything to annoy the Senior.

"Senior, may I-" I couldn't help but ask as we arrived at the front garden and Senior Cora suddenly turned to me and swiftly slapped my left cheek with her right palm.

"You just can't seem to stop tarnishing my reputation, can you?"

Her sudden anger took me aback. I felt a warm trickle on the side of my mouth. The metallic scent indicated it was my blood. I was no stranger to this. But what shocked me was the angry face before me. Senior Cora was aloof and rarely got her hands dirty.

“After finishing your work tonight, go to the dungeon yourself.”

My eyes widened in horror as I heard her words. "I-I do-don't understand, Senior." I stammered.

The dungeon was specially designed to punish disobedient slaves. Even battle-hardened warriors would have a hard time walking out of there alive. What had I done wrong to deserve this treatment?

"You should have thought of this day when you had the nerve to steal Alpha's belongings."

“Steal what? I didn't." I shook my head to deny it but Senior Cora didn't bother to listen.

"Don't pretend to be innocent. The things have been discovered right under your bed. And Dina was the witness."

Dina? Nearly at once, I realized it must be another evil trick of them. Why did they hate me that much to death?

"Senior, please, I'm wrongly accused." I almost pleaded in tears. I don't want to go to the dungeon. I don't want to die yet.

"Don't try to run. You know how they treat deserters." The elderly woman warned coldly before walking away.

Despair gripped me and my heart trembled in fear. Why should my life suck like this? Was I born cursed?