Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected by my cursed alpha mate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

### Chapter 2: The Pack’s ShameThe pain didn’t stop when the ceremony ended.It spread.Slowly. Cruelly.Like poison crawling through my veins.I stayed on the floor long after the crowd began to move again, my hands pressed against the cold stone as if it were the only thing holding me together. The mate bond that had flared so violently moments ago now felt like a torn thread inside my chest—raw, bleeding, unfinished.Above me, the hall returned to life.Music resumed.Laughter followed.Because the pack had already moved on.“Get up,” someone muttered behind me.A hand shoved my shoulder, not hard enough to help—just enough to remind me I was in the way.I forced my arms to push against the ground. My legs trembled as I stood, the room tilting slightly. The lanterns blurred through the moisture gathering in my eyes.Don’t cry.Not here.Not in front of them.But whispers chased me as I moved through the hall.“Did you see her face?”“I thought she might actually pass out.”“She sh

The council hall loomed ahead beneath the pale morning sky, its tall stone pillars casting long shadows across the courtyard. Wolves had already gathered near the entrance, their voices low with curiosity and quiet anticipation.Word had spread quickly through the pack.The Alpha had called a court.And the reason for it was walking slowly toward the doors.Liora looked nothing like the girl who had stood in the mating ceremony the night before.The hospital had only released her hours earlier. Her body still carried the weakness of what had happened. Her face had lost its color, pale against the dark strands of hair falling loosely around her shoulders. The exhaustion in her eyes made her seem smaller somehow, fragile in a way that the wolves around her noticed immediately.Beside her walked her mother, Jissele, holding her arm carefully as though Liora might collapse at any moment.On the other side stood Tessa.Unlike the quiet tension between mother and daughter, Tessa’s stance ca

The night had grown quiet by the time Liora returned to the Beta grounds.The celebration from the Alpha’s hall had long faded into distant echoes, and the territory that had been loud with music and laughter earlier now rested beneath a cold, silver moon.Liora walked slowly along the familiar path.Her steps were uneven, her body still weak from everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours.The ceremony.The rejection.The hospital.The court.Every breath felt heavier than it should.The Beta house stood ahead, tall and warm with light glowing from its windows. Anyone passing by would think it was a place filled with comfort and family.But Liora didn’t walk toward the door.She never did.Instead, she followed the side path that curved around the house toward the back grounds.Toward her place.The small cabin stood exactly where it always had—half hidden behind the storage sheds and tall trees that shielded it from the main house. It looked even smaller tonight, the

The hallway outside Liora’s assigned room was quiet.Too quiet.The pack house carried a different kind of silence compared to the Beta grounds. Here, everything felt… controlled. Structured. As if even the walls followed rules.Liora stood outside the wooden door for a moment before pushing it open.The hinges moved smoothly.No creak.No resistance.She stepped inside slowly.And then stopped.Her eyes widened slightly.The room was… big.Far bigger than the small cabin she had lived in behind the Beta house. Two wide windows opened toward the forest, allowing soft sunlight to pour into the space. White curtains moved gently with the breeze, carrying the scent of pine and fresh air.The room felt open.Light.Comfortable.For a moment, Liora just stood there, quietly taking it in.There was a tall wardrobe against one wall, a writing desk beside the window, and a soft rug covering most of the wooden floor.But what caught her attention most—was the bed.It stood in the center of th

The moment Kael’s fingers closed around Liora’s throat, the air left her lungs. Her back hit the door behind her with a dull thud, the wood vibrating slightly under the force. His grip wasn’t just restraining. It was crushing. Her toes barely touched the ground, her legs hanging awkwardly as she tried to steady herself. Liora’s fingers instinctively flew to his wrist, not to fight him—she knew that would be useless—but to keep some air moving through her tightening throat. Kael leaned closer, his eyes dark and burning with anger. “What part of *restricted* did you not understand?” he growled. His grip tightened. Pain shot through her neck, making her gasp weakly. “I— I didn’t know—” she tried to speak, her voice cracking under the pressure. His lip curled slightly. “Of course you didn’t,” he said coldly. His gaze dragged over her in open irritation. “You always had a talent for being where you don’t belong.” The words landed harder than the pressure on her throat. Liora