Touch Me Again Kaelen, And You’ll Face My Alpha Brothers

Elara’s Pov

The smell of cheap bleach and old blood was always on my skin. For twenty years, I lived as the trash of the Silver Moon Pack. My name is Elara, but most people call me “wolfless freak” or “stray.” I was an Omega who couldn’t shift into her wolf, and being an Omega in my pack meant you were a slave. The pack treated me as one. I slept in a cold kennel on the floor, I ate the scraps that the dogs didn’t want. 

They told me my parents were thieves who died in shame. They said I was lucky the pack kept me alive to pay back their debt. Everyday was a cycle of pain. I scrubbed the floors until my fingers bled, I carried heavy loads until my back felt like it would snap. And through it all, I had to watch Mirelle.

Mirelle was the Alpha’s daughter. She was everything I was not. She was beautiful, she wore silk dresses, and she was loved by everyone. But her heart was made of stone. She loved to use me as her footstool. She would trip me in the hallway and laugh when I fell. “Clean it up, stray,” she would hiss, her eyes full of hate. I never understood why she hated me so much. I had nothing, and she had everything.

But I had one secret hope. In our world, the Moon Goddess gives everyone a fated mate. When you are near your mate, you feel a strong pull you can’t resist. I felt that pull everytime I was near Kaelen.

Under the glow of a hundred crystal chandeliers, with the entire pack watching, Kaelen’s eyes met mine across the crowded ballroom. He was handsome in his tailored suit, the future Alpha everyone adored, the one who’d secretly smiled at me once when no one was looking. Or had I imagined that? The bond snapped into place like a thunderclap in my soul flooding me with certainty: he was mine. Fated. The pull was undeniably electric, wrapping around my heart like vines. Kaelen was my only hope that kept me alive during the long, freezing nights in the kennel.

Tonight was the night that would change my life. It was the night of the Luna’s Jubilee. It was the night I would finally be with the man I loved. 

The ballroom was huge and bright, it was filled with the smell of roasted meat and expensive perfume. I stood in a dark corner, holding a heavy silver tray. My hands were red and sore from washing dishes all day. I wore a thin, dirty tunic that didn’t fit me. Everyone else was wearing silk and gold. I looked down at my feet, trying not to cry.

“Look at this wolfless freak,” someone whispered as I walked by. “She actually thinks she belongs in this room.”

I ignored them. My heart was thumping because I could see Kaelen. He stood on the big stage under the moonlight, glowing like a god himself. The pull in my chest was vibrating so hard it hurt.

He’s going to say it, I thought. He’s going to claim me.

“Stop staring, you dog,” a voice whispered.

It was Mirelle. She was wearing a blue dress embedded with diamonds. She walked past me and hit my tray on purpose. The heavy silver edge dug into my bruised wrists, causing some cold champagne to spill onto my skin. It stung like fire but I didn’t flinch because I couldn’t afford to break a glass.

“Kaelen is about to announce,” Mirelle said with a mean smile. “You should leave now. A dirty, worthless servant like you shouldn’t be seen staring at the future Alpha. It’s bad for the aesthetics.” She walked gracefully to the stage where Kaelen stood and clung to his arm, her lips curling in amusement.

I still didn't move. I caught Kaelen staring at me, and for a heartbeat, I thought I saw a flicker of something. But then his eyes turned cold, colder than the winter wind outside.  

“Members of the Silver Moon,” Kaelen’s voice echoed, amplified by his Alpha authority. “A true Alpha needs a Luna who is strong. I, Kaelen of Silver Moon Pack, the future Alpha, formally rejects the bond with the Omega Elara, a slave who can’t even shift. She is a defect of nature, a stain on our lineage. I choose Mirelle as my mate and future Luna.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd followed by applause. The pull I felt in my chest before didn’t just break; it felt like a bomb went off inside my chest. I felt a sharp stabbing pain that made me gasp for air. It was a pain worse than any beating I had ever received. My mate had just rejected me.

I stood there, frozen. I looked up at Kaelen, hoping to see a sign of regret but instead, his eyes were cold. “Kaelen,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “It’s me. Your mate.” He looked at me like I was a piece of trash he had finally thrown in the bin.

“Look at her,” someone shouted. “The servant thought she could be a Queen!”

“Clean it up, stray!” a boy yelled, throwing a piece of cake at me. It hit my face, and the room burst into even louder laughter.

CRASH

My hands shook so much that the silver tray slipped. The crystal glasses hit the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces, champagne splashed everywhere. Everyone stopped laughing and looked at me. I was standing in a pile of broken glass that caused my feet to bleed.

“You clumsy bitch!” Mirelle screamed from the stage. “That glass cost more than your life!”

“How dare you claim me? Guards, take her to the dungeons immediately.” Kaelen used his Alpha command, and in a second, the guards were coming for me.

I didn’t wait. I scrambled to my feet and ran. I ran through the kitchens, past the kennels, and out into the dark forest. It was raining, a cold, biting rain that soaked through my thin clothes in seconds. Thunder roared, lightning splitting the sky as I collapsed in the mud. Sobs wracking my body.

I lay there in the dark alone, watching the rain wash the blood and the cake off my skin. I was ready to die. How had I been so wrong and clueless? Twenty years of hell, all for this? I was twenty years old and I had nobody. No home, no mate, no hope. I closed my eyes and waited for the cold to take me away.

Suddenly, the woods became bright.

I heard the loud roar of engines. Four sets of big, black cars drove across the border line. They didn’t care about the pack rules. They stopped right in front of me.

A man stepped out of the first car. He wasn’t like the wolves I knew. He wore a black blazers that looked very expensive. He was tall and his messy hair was as dark as the night. His eyes glowed with a gold light that looked like fire. He knelt in the mud next to me ignoring the rain. He didn’t care about his clothes. He looked at my thin arms and the scars on my wrist, then my face, and his own face turned into a frown.

“We found you,” he whispered and swooped me off my feet like I weighed nothing.