The Alpha's Rejected Omega

Lorien

The school hallways were always loud, filled with the sound of laughter, footsteps, and conversations. But for me, they were a battlefield.  

I kept my head down, moving quickly as I navigated through the crowd, clutching my books to my chest like a shield. If I made myself small enough, if I didn’t make eye contact, maybe today would be different. Maybe they’d leave me alone.  

But I knew better.  

A hard shove from behind sent me sprawling forward. My books slipped from my grasp, scattering across the floor. The hallway erupted in laughter.  

"Oops," a voice drawled mockingly. "Didn’t see you there, omega."  

I swallowed hard, my hands shaking as I reached for my books.  

"Pathetic," another voice chimed in. "I swear, the pack gets weaker just having you in it."  

I didn’t look up. The sheer amount of disgust dripping from the words let me know exactly who it was.  

Cassius Blackwood.  

The future Alpha. My worst nightmare.  

He stood with his usual smirk, arms crossed, exuding the effortless dominance that made everyone else fall in line. His friends—his pack—stood beside him, watching, waiting for the next cruel entertainment.  

I kept my voice calm. "I just want to get to class."  

"Yeah?" Cassius stepped closer, his polished shoes stopping right in front of my hand as I reached for my last book. "And I just want an omega-free pack. Looks like neither of us gets what we want."  

I flinched as he nudged the book away with his foot, sending it sliding down the hall. More laughter.

Blood Fang Pack was built on strength. Ruthlessness. Power.  

The weak had no place here.  

It was something Alpha Dorian Blackwood had drilled into every single wolf under his rule. Cassius’s father was a legend—a brutal, cunning leader who had transformed Blood Fang from a struggling pack into one of the strongest in the region. He ruled with an iron fist, and under his leadership, only the strong survived.

Omegas, especially male omegas, were seen as defects. Burdens. Liabilities. 

I was the only one in the entire pack.  

A disgrace.  

And for someone like him, my existence was an insult.    

I wanted to fight back. I wanted to say something, anything. But my throat felt too tight.  

A hand landed on my shoulder, making me freeze. But the grip was gentle.  

"Enough," a familiar voice said. "You’ve had your fun, Cassius."  

Julian.  

I turned to look at him, my heart pounding.  

Julian Halloway—Cassius’s Beta, his right-hand man. The only person in this entire school who had ever shown me any kindness.  

Cassius rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Julian. You always ruin the fun."  

Julian bent down, picking up my books effortlessly before handing them to me. "Come on, Lorien," he said softly.  

I hesitated, then took the books, gripping them tightly. "Thanks," I whispered.  

Julian didn’t respond. He just walked beside me as we moved down the hall, leaving Cassius and his pack behind.  

But I could still feel Cassius’s gaze burning into my back.  

And something told me this wasn’t over.  

I barely made it through the school day. I kept my head down in class, ignored the whispers, the snickers, the cruel glances. It was nothing new. I had lived with it my entire life.  

Omegas were weak.  

Male omegas? Even worse.  

I had been born a mistake, an embarrassment to the pack. My parents had abandoned me when I was a child, leaving me to fend for myself in a place that didn’t want me.  

I was basically an eyesore to everyone that looked at me. I was treated even worse than a criminal sometimes. 

Made to do dirty jobs that the pack members didn't want to do. 

It was absolutely pathetic.

Tomorrow was my eighteenth birthday. The day every werewolf could finally sense their fated mate.  

A lump formed in my throat.  

I already knew how it would end. No one would want an omega like me.  

No one.  

*******

That evening, I stayed late in the library, dragging out the inevitable walk home. But eventually, the halls emptied, the school darkened, and I had no choice but to leave.  

I moved through the pack house like a ghost, slipping through the halls unnoticed. The full moon cast a pale glow through the windows, painting everything silver.  

The Blood Fang Pack’s estate was massive—a fortress of stone and steel, built more like a stronghold than a home. The walls were lined with weapons. The training grounds were filled with warriors, even at this hour, pushing themselves to the brink of exhaustion.  

Weakness was not tolerated.  

I walked alone through the dim lit streets, my footsteps quiet against the stony floor.  

The clock bell tolled, its echoes reaching every corner of the pack, indicating the beginning of a new day, and I stopped to look up at it. 

Happy birthday to me, I guess. 

It's another year of constant bullying and insults. 

How nice. 

I was wallowing in self pity when I saw a shadow lurking in the distance.

And then I saw him.  

Cassius.  

He was walking toward me, his stride confident, his presence suffocating. He hadn’t noticed me yet, and for a second, I thought about turning around, about escaping before he could say anything—  

But then it happened.  

The moment our eyes met, something inside me snapped into place.  

A fire ignited in my chest, spreading through my veins, hot and undeniable. My breath caught. My knees nearly buckled.  

No. No, no, no.  

Cassius froze. His entire body went rigid. His midnight-blue eyes widened, and for the first time in my life, I saw something other than amusement or cruelty in them.  

Shock. Horror.  

I felt it. He felt it.  

We were mates.  

A shaky breath left my lips, but before I could speak, before I could even process what was happening, Cassius’s expression twisted in revulsion.  

His hands clenched into fists. His jaw tightened.  

And then, without a single word, he turned and walked away.  

Leaving me standing there, heart pounding, the bond burning between us like a cruel joke.