Rejected by My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother #omegaverse

Elliot POV

Just like every day, the sharp ring of the alarm clock cut through the quiet morning and pulled me from my restless sleep.

I groaned softly and tugged the thin, worn blanket up over my head, trying to block out the world for just a little longer.

For a brief moment, I let myself pretend that I hadn’t heard it at all. I pretended I wasn’t an Omega stuck living in the pack dormitory, and that today wasn’t another dreaded training day filled with the usual struggles.

But sadly, that was nothing more than a fleeting fantasy. This was my unfortunate reality. The alarm continued ringing, refusing to be ignored.

With a heavy sigh, I finally sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from my tired eyes.

Everywhere was still dark, as it was the early morning, and most of the other Omegas remained fast asleep around me. Everywhere was silent except for the sound of breath around me.

I hated training days more than anything. Those days always meant fresh bruises, endless humiliation, and the sharp sting of being targeted by those spoiled elite kids who thought they ruled the pack.

I climbed out of bed slowly and made my way toward the small, cluttered desk beside the window. A framed photo sat there like a quiet reminder of better times.

My fingers brushed over its surface with gentle care. It was old now, with edges that had grown worn and frayed from years of being picked up and held close. In the picture, I couldn’t have been older than four or five.

I was sitting comfortably on my mother’s lap, both of us smiling brightly at the camera. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me in a protective embrace, and her eyes sparkled with a warmth and life that no longer exist now.

I stared at the photo for several long seconds, lost in the memories it held.

Then I laughed bitterly under my breath. Those happy days were long gone, nothing but memories.

It had always been just me and her against the world, as she liked to say during those quiet bedtime stories. My dad had died long before I was even born. But now, all she seemed to care about was money and status. Ever since she married Alpha Richard, everything had shifted dramatically. A cold greed and an endless hunger for wealth and power had replaced that once-bright light in her eyes.

She barely checked on me anymore. Whenever I tried to complain about the constant bullying I faced, she always gave the same dismissive answers.

“Keep your head down, Elliot.”

“Don’t cause trouble.”

“Just survive.”

That was her solution to everything. She wouldn’t tell them to stop, nor would she speak to her husband about it. Here I was, still stuck staying in the omega’s dormitory, while she lived a lavish, comfortable life in the Alpha Palace without a second thought for me.

I placed the photo back on the desk with a quiet sigh. I had always wondered why I kept the picture around after all this time. Maybe deep down, I was still hoping that some old part of her still existed somewhere beneath the surface.

“I miss the old you,” I whispered to the empty room.

Then I grabbed my training clothes and headed outside. The morning air was cold enough to sting my skin and send a shiver through my body.

The training field was already crowded by the time I arrived. My heart skipped a beat at the sight. Young Alphas, Betas, and the kids of the werewolf elite families had already filled the grounds, their energy buzzing in the air.

I immediately wished I had stayed hidden in bed a little longer.

The moment I stepped onto the field, several pairs of eyes turned in my direction. And just like that, the whispers began to spread.

Just like always.

“Look who’s here.”

“The gold digger’s son.”

“Pack leech.”

“Filthy Omega.”

I lowered my head and kept walking forward, trying to push through it. Maybe if I ignored them completely, they would eventually get bored and move on. Sadly, that approach never seemed to work the way I hoped.

someone suddenly stepped directly into my path. It was Brandon, one of my biggest problems and most relentless bullies. His friends stood right behind him, grinning with cruel amusement.

“Morning, Omega,” he said with a mocking tone.

I tried to walk around him without making a scene.

He blocked me again, deliberately.

His friends laughed loudly at the exchange.

“What do you want?” I asked quietly, keeping my voice steady.

Brandon smirked down at me.

“Nothing.”

The next thing I knew, his foot hooked sharply around mine. I lost my balance completely, and my body crashed face-first into the cold mud. Dirty splashes flew across my shirt and face.

Pain shot through my palms as they scraped against the ground.

For a second, everything around me went silent.

Then the laughter erupted all around me.

I pushed myself up slowly, feeling the weight of humiliation settle over me.

Mud dripped from my clothes in heavy clumps.

My face began hot. Not just from the pain I was feeling, but from the deep embarrassment.

I could hear dozens of wolves laughing openly at my expense.

Some pointed fingers in my direction.

Others shook their heads with disdain.

Nobody helped.

Nobody ever did.

“Maybe his mother can buy him better balance,” someone called out.

The group burst into fresh laughter again at the jab.

I clenched my fists tightly at my sides.

My wolf growled softly inside me, urging me to react.

But I swallowed my anger down deep.

Fighting back would only make things worse. Not that I can fight them, I will only be beaten. this guys have Alpha blood in them whereas I am just an Omega.

Suddenly, the entire atmosphere on the field shifted in an instant.

The laughter died away. Everywhere became silent.

Even Brandon straightened up noticeably.

Everyone looked toward the entrance of the training grounds with a mix of respect and anticipation.

I already knew exactly who it was without needing to see.

My heart reacted before my eyes even found him.

Damon.

He walked onto the field with that effortless confidence he always carried. He looked broken, taking off, as usual, in his training wear that fits him like a second skin.

Damon carries an aura that can't be ignored when he works in a building.

He was not only the future Alpha of the Pack but also the starting player and captain of the hockey team.

His presence commands respect whenever he walks into a room.

As for me, I was hopelessly in love with him ever since I saw him when I was fourteen years old. But I know even in my wildest dream, we can never be!

My chest tightened painfully as I watched him approach.

He wasn’t smiling.

He rarely ever did.

His expression remained calm and unreadable, as always.

Yet every eye on the field followed his every move.

Including mine. Especially mine.

For years now, I had loved him quietly from a distance.

Pathetic, right?

I knew it was pathetic.

Damon had never once looked at me the way I looked at him.

Not once.

Not when our parents got married.

Not when I moved into his house.

Not when we became stepbrothers.

If anything, he always seemed annoyed by my very existence.

Still, my stupid heart refused to listen to reason.

Every smile he gave someone else.

In every hockey game I watched, he dominated.

Every single glimpse of him I could steal.

I collected those moments like precious treasures. Even though none of them truly belonged to me.

Damon continued walking toward the training area with purpose.

He didn’t look my way at all.

He never did.

I lowered my eyes quickly before anyone could notice me staring so intently.

A hard shove suddenly hit my shoulder from the side.

I stumbled sideways, caught off guard.

Brandon again.

“Move, leech,” he snarled.

His friends laughed once more.

I nearly lost my balance entirely.

Before I could fully recover, another shove came my way. Stronger this time. Pain shot through my arm from the impact.

I looked up instinctively.

And froze in place. Damon had seen it happen.

Our eyes met for a brief second. Just one fleeting second, Hope exploded inside my chest like wildfire.

Maybe this time would finally be different.

Maybe he would tell them to stop.

Maybe he would say something.

Anything at all.

I waited, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Please.

Just this once.

Please. Say something! Make them stop!

Damon’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.

Not even a little. Then he turned away and kept walking forward.

The small spark of hope inside me died instantly.

The bullying hurt.

The insults hurt.

The loneliness hurt more than words could say.

But somehow…

That hurt more than all the rest combined.

Because for one stupid second, I had actually believed he might care.

I looked down at the mud still covering my clothes.

The laughter started up again behind me.

I barely heard it this time.

All I could think about was Damon walking away.

Just like he always did.

I swallowed the painful lump forming in my throat and forced myself to keep standing tall.

Nobody was coming to save.

As the training whistle echoed loudly across the field, I whispered the same haunting question that followed me every single day.

“Why do I keep loving someone who hates me?”