The Rogue Alpha's second chance Mate

Chapter 1

Tatiana:

The moment I stepped into the grand hall, the entire pack turned to look at me. Whispers slithered through the air like venomous snakes, their hushed voices carrying my name, Tatiana. Their eyes weren’t welcoming. They weren’t filled with admiration.

They were filled with pity.

Each one of them knew what was to come and they knew how I was going to need to deal with it. Not only was I going to be rejected, but I was going to be thrown out. My own parents wouldn't look at me. Of course they wouldn't. I was the Omega, the disgrace who brought them the worst aspects that they could have pictured. I was fated to the one person that I should not be fated to.

I did my best to ignore and look away from everyone who was looking at me. I did my best to try and cloud my vision with something else, to try and think about anything else that would distract me from what was to come. But I knew that I was not going to be able to.

My eyes met my mother's for a moment, however it was only a brief before she looked down at her feet, avoiding my gaze, pretending that I did not exist.

And then, there he was. Elijah.

My mate. My Alpha.

The person that I did not dare think about being with was the person that was fated to me. And not only that, to make matters worse, the meeting Bond appeared when he was with his lover, his chosen mate.

The bond snapped into place the moment my eyes met his, strong, undeniable, intoxicating. My wolf whimpered inside me, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I expected warmth, maybe even surprise. But all I got was cold, bitter disgust.

And my wolf sensed that even before I did. She flinched, whimpered, and tried to run away. She tried to get me to run away but I couldn't.

“I, Alpha Elijah of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Tatiana, as my mate and Luna.”

The words slashed through me like a silver blade, cutting deep, tearing apart the bond before it had even fully formed. My breath hitched, my wolf let out a strangled cry, and for a moment, the entire room fell silent.

The entire room waited for my reaction, waited for me to run away, to whimper, to try and ask for mercy. But I knew better than to do so.

I forced myself to swallow, to stand tall, but I could already feel my heart breaking.

I shook my head, gripping the fabric of my dress to stop my hands from trembling. This isn’t happening.

“Alpha Elijah,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. “Why? Why are you rejecting me this way?”

His lover, who was standing by his side, raised an eyebrow at me. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at me, studying my expression as if I was the worst thing that could have happened to the pack.

I didn't know her number at this point. I refused to learn their names. There was a new Luna every other until he found the onehe wanted to be around. They were here for His pleasure. That was something that I knew for a fact, but I also knew this. They were here better than me. They were stronger in aspect and bloodline, and they were women that He wanted to be around. I was not.

He scoffed, stepping closer. The smirk that tugged at his lips wasn’t playful. It was cruel.

It was one that he was using to show me my place. It was one that he was making sure that I knew reminded me that I did not belong here, that I was going to be nothing in his life, that he was going to be my superior until the end of it.

“Because you’re weak, Tatiana,” he said, his voice loud enough for the entire pack to hear. “I need a Luna who can stand by my side, not some pathetic excuse for a wolf. And I think that you know for a fact that you, as an Omega, will never be my equal.”

“I might not be your equal alpha, however I am part of your pack. I know this pack more than anyone else. More than any of them. You know that for fact, Alpha.” I said, daring myself to challenge him. He glared at me, his eyes darkening, and I knew that I had crossed the line that I shouldn't, but I wanted him to know that I was not going to weaken.

A few gasps echoed in the hall. My chest tightened, my vision blurred, and yet, I refused to let him see me break. I refused to allow him to see me as the weak Omega that he wanted to see.

He leaned in, lowering his voice just for me. “Leave. I never want to see you again.”

Something inside me shattered.

I took a step back, only for him to wrap his hand around my arm, stopping me. His grip was firm, tight, and for a moment I could feel him trying to crack my bone under his tight grip. I did not flinch.

“Accept the rejection.” He said slowly, giving me the warning to understand that he was not giving me an option, that this was something that he was going to force me to do if I didn't.

“I, Omega Tatiana, accept your rejection, Alpha Elijah.” I whispered, looking down on my feet. He left my arm go forcefully pushing me away from him. I forced myself to stand strong, not to fall or trip.

I looked at my parents, hoping that they would give me some kind of assurance, but neither one of them bothered sparing me a glance.

I took a deep breath, forcing my body to move even though every instinct screamed at me to fight, to beg, to prove him wrong. But I wouldn’t.

If he saw me as weak, I would show him just how wrong he was.

I turned on my heel and walked away, each step carving my resolve into stone.

I would leave.

I would become stronger.

And one day, Elijah would regret ever rejecting me.