He Rejected Me... Then Gave Me to the Beta!

Ren’s POV 

"Little beauty, you've finally fallen into my hands！"

A lewd, mocking voice suddenly echoed from above me. I snapped my head up, and my blood ran cold when I saw who it was. It was Malachi, the Beta from last night.

Panic surged through me as I looked around. We weren't heading to the place of torture. We were in a desolate, secluded spot deep in the forest, surrounded by thick, suffocating bushes. This was the most remote part of the tribe, a place where wild animals roamed and ordinary people dared not go.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath. I had been so drowning in sadness that I hadn’t been paying attention to where we were going. My mind had been blind.

This Beta was infamous for his cruelty. He took anyone he wanted, regardless of age or gender, and forced himself on them. He had done terrible things to my mother in the past, and now he had brought me here. I knew exactly what was on his mind. He wanted to have sex me.

Terror gripped my heart, making my hands shake. I was no match for him. He was the strongest Beta in the Pack, second only to my father, which was why Alpha Kane still trusted him.

What should I do? Panic clawed at my throat. Even Fenri was growling deep inside my mind, snarling at Malachi to stay back. But it was useless. My wolf was sealed away; I couldn't transform, and I had no strength.

Before I could think of a plan, Malachi pounced. His heavy body pinned me down, his eager hands roaming over my skin.

"Fuck, your skin is so smooth," he said, a sickening smile spreading across his face.

I struggled fiercely, but the feeling of his rough hands on me made my skin crawl. I wanted to vomit. My resistance only angered him. He clamped my hands above my head with one powerful hand and leaned in close.

"If you don't behave, I'll make you receive 100 lashes," he hissed. "I'm saving you, you know. As long as you behave and let me fuck you every day, I'll let you live."

Being dominated by this man was humiliating enough, but he wanted to keep me as his plaything? I would rather die under the lash.

"Pah, you trash!" I spat in his face, cursing him with all my strength.

Malachi wiped the spit from his cheek and sneered. "Hahaha, interesting. Really interesting. I love your resistance. You'll make me feel great later. You'll make my dick hard. After I fuck you to death, you'll know how powerful I am."

He forced his leg between mine, prying them apart with brute strength. His large hand grabbed at my dick through my pants, trying to pull them down.

But in his excitement, his grip loosened. His strength was dispersed. I saw my chance.

I broke free and slapped him across the face with all the power I had. "I'm Alpha Kane's mate! If you do this, you'll be killed!"

This was my only card, even though Alpha Kane had just rejected me.

It worked. Malachi froze. I scrambled backward, trying to run, but a iron grip clamped around my neck. My body was yanked back and slammed into the hard ground.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The air was knocked out of me.

Before I could recover, a heavy slap landed across my face. A man's strength was far greater than a girl's, especially a Beta's. My vision blurred, and I felt warm blood flowing from my nose and mouth.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, tearing at my scalp until I cried out in pain.

"You're Alpha Kane's mate?" Malachi laughed darkly. "You don't know, do you? It was Kane who allowed me to bring you here. I have Lord Kane's permission."

His words were like a knife in my heart. I didn't expect Alpha Kane to be this ruthless. To give me to the most disgusting man in the Pack... 

At that exact moment, a sharp pain exploded in my chest. But for some reason, I just found it funny. I felt like a total clown.

"I, Ren Sinclair, accept your refusal..."

The mate bond snapped. A searing, white-hot pain swept over me, tearing my soul apart.

Malachi didn't care about my pain. He was just excited that I had stopped fighting. He yanked my pants down and forced his legs between mine. He touched himself casually, then aimed that disgusting thing at my hole and thrust in.

Kane’s POV  

"Kane, our mate accepted the rejection."

My wolf, Scar, roared in my mind, his voice filled with agony. "Why did you reject him?!"

I could feel Scar’s fury, and I was in agony myself. The breaking bond was causing excruciating pain all over my body. It was a punishment from the Luna Goddess. She had chosen Ren for me, but I had rejected my fated mate.

“Kane, you have rejected our mate. You have defied the will of the Luna Goddess,” Scar accused me, his rage vibrating in my skull. If he could, he would have fought me right there, but a wolf cannot harm its master.

“Scar, I had to refuse him!” I grit my teeth against the pain. “He’s a man, and my partner can’t be a man! Besides, his father killed…”

Scar interrupted me with a snarl. “It wasn’t his father who killed your father! You know perfectly well that it was…”

“Scar!” I shouted, cutting him off. He realized what he was about to say and his anger vanished into a heavy silence. Then, his voice shifted, becoming knowing.

“But his wolf is powerful. And don’t you want to fuck him too?”

Wolves understand their own nature. Only Scar knew the truth I was hiding. From the first moment I saw Ren, that Omega, I had wanted him. I was ashamed to admit it, but I was seduced by Ren. I desperately wanted to fuck him.

I couldn't help it; my hand moved down to my cock. Ren was fair-skinned and utterly alluring, though he seemed oblivious to his own beauty. He often hung out with groups of boys, and every time I saw them, I wanted to kill them. I questioned my own sanity, but the desire was undeniable.

I wanted to fuck that boy. I wanted to bury myself inside him. His skin was so white; I imagined it covered in erotic marks. I imagined he would be so tight. He would cry from being fucked. He would sway his lewd ass and beg me for more.

Thinking about this, I sped up the rhythm of my hand. The feeling was incredible. The Luna Goddess had made him my mate, and yet I had thrown him away.

"Fuck!" I roared at the ceiling. Even though I had rejected him, my erect penis betrayed my desire for that boy.

"Someone, call Vera in!" I yelled. My cock needed a release. Vera was beautiful and wild in bed. Most importantly, she was Ren's best friend. She could mimic Ren's voice, and she was the one who could make me orgasm while pretending to be him.

King Lyall’s POV

I rode hard, the wind stinging my face as my horse thundered over the uneven terrain. Beta Caspian and a squad of guards flanked me. We were closing in on our destination.

"King, we have arrived," Caspian announced, his voice cutting through the rush of air. "This is the boundary of the Silver River Pack."

I gave a sharp, silent nod. I was thirty years old. For a Lycan—a creature blessed with immortality and devastating power—this should have been the absolute prime of my life. But the Moon Goddess had played a cruel, twisted joke on me.

I had no Mate.

For thirty long years, I had fantasized about my soulmate. I had sworn to the Goddess that I would give them the world, that I would love and protect them regardless of whether they were an Omega or a peasant. Yet, my soul remained silent. Empty. A void.

"Those elders are becoming more outrageous by the day," Caspian muttered, breaking my heavy silence. He couldn't hide his indignation.

My brow furrowed deeper. The council elders were threatening suicide, claiming a Lycan King could not rule without an heir. They swore that if a Luna was not chosen this year, they would starve themselves to death on the altar. I respected their sacrifice for the tribe, but I loathed this manipulated fate.

"Since there is no Mate, we will simply choose the most obedient puppet," I said coldly. My voice was like ice from the abyss as I watched the territory of the Silver River Pack rise in the distance. "We choose here. The Silver River Pack is weak. Their influence is crumbling. A future Luna from here will have no powerful relatives to hide behind. She will understand that her only way to survive is through absolute obedience."

I knew the thought was selfish. I didn't need love. I just needed a beautiful, docile breeding tool to silence the old men.

Suddenly, the wind shifted.

A strange, intoxicating scent hit me. It was faint, but it electrified my entire nervous system.

"Mate! Lyall! It is our Mate!" My wolf, Torin, howled wildly in my mind. His voice was a mixture of shock and thirty years of suppressed longing screaming all at once.