All Chapters of I Reject You, Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Clara's POV)"Damien—"Wendy's scream brought Damien crashing through the tent flap in two strides.His shoulder slammed into the wound on my upper arm — the one I'd just stopped bleeding. A sharp bolt of pain shot through me.I stepped back half a pace, steadied myself, and watched him crouch in front of Wendy with cold eyes."What happened?!" Damien grabbed Wendy's wrist and frowned at the angry red, blistering skin on her arm.His gaze darted to my right arm, where the silver arrow wound was still oozing thin, pale blood, and his frown deepened. His fingers paused on Wendy’s wrist, his voice softening when he spoke to her, but there was a flicker of irritation in his eyes—irritation, not just concern.Wendy collapsed into his arms, burying her face against his chest, tears streaming down."Damien, I'm sorry… I shouldn't have made Clara angry." Her voice trembled, soaked in self-blame. "I'm a guest in the Black Moon Pack. I had no right to disturb the peace here. I'll leave — I don'

Damien went completely rigid. His pupils contracted sharply, his gaze nailed to the badge, and every drop of color drained from his face.No one could have imagined that an Omega — universally written off as the weakest — held a distinction that even top-tier Alphas couldn't reach."I believe everyone has their answer now. Clara is not only a legitimate competitor in this Alliance-registered event — she is a certified Alliance senior warrior. Her combat record from today, including the solo defeat of a Blue Moon Beast, has already been logged in the system."Chairman Karl broke the silence.He stepped forward, his eyes filled with open admiration. "Clara, I hear someone just tried to have you expelled from the hunting grounds." He let out a brief laugh. "If you ever decide you don't want to stay here, the Alliance has a place for you. Anytime."The camp erupted."An Alliance warrior? She's an Alliance warrior?""An Omega with an Alliance badge — how many people in the entire Northern T

(Clara's POV)My bloodline.The old woman — or rather, the Red Moon assassin disguised as one — looked down at me and ground her boot into my shoulder."Miss Wendy really is kind." She wiped the blood off her dagger at a leisurely pace. "All she wanted was for me to knock you out and dump you in Silver Wolf territory. But you just couldn't stop making waves — Alliance warrior, Alliance badge, humiliating the Luna in public. You're an Omega. What were you thinking, drawing that much attention?"She crouched down, leaning close to my face, her voice carrying genuine bewilderment. "Would it have been so hard to just stay by the Alpha's side and do as you're told? He fed you, clothed you, taught you everything you know. Most Omegas would kill for your life. But you had to push it, and now you've pushed yourself right into a grave."I couldn't speak. The wolfsbane was eating through my nervous system. My lips were numb, my tongue stiff, and each breath came shallower than the last.But my m

(Clara's POV)I turned, slid the silver dagger back into the tactical holster on my thigh, and started walking back toward the Black Forest arena."You're not going anywhere."Damien set me down on the bench in the rest station. His tone left no room for argument."The competition's still—""The Alliance High Witch is on her way." He cut me off. "Wait for her to run a full examination. Once she confirms there's no internal damage, we'll talk."The Alliance High Witch. The most authoritative healer in the entire Northern Territory, second only to the three Supreme Elders. Ordinary packs had to book six months in advance to see her, and her fee alone could sustain a small pack for a year."I'm fine—""Clara." He looked at me.Just one look. Beneath it was a thread of softness so faint it was almost invisible — not a command, not pressure. A request. Damien never asked anyone for anything. But whatever was hiding in that look made me swallow the rest of my words.Fine. The competition ran

(Clara's POV)I moved fast, plunging deep into the forest."Vanessa." I called softly into the depths of my consciousness. "Are you there?"Two seconds of silence. Then a voice surfaced from the deepest part of me — warm, tinged with a lazy rasp."I'm here. It's been a while, Clara."My nose stung."Since the last time I saw you… you've grown up so much."The last time. I was eight years old.Most werewolves didn't awaken their wolf until their teens, but I'd had Vanessa since I was five.My mother had been terrified — not frightened exactly, but seized by a strange kind of panic.She'd held me and cried the entire night, repeating over and over, "Too soon, too soon." I didn't understand. Having Vanessa meant I wasn't alone anymore. I had a companion.Then, at eight, a rogue attack left me badly wounded.My shoulder was bitten through. I lost too much blood and was unconscious for three days. When I woke up, Vanessa was gone. No matter how many times I called, there was nothing inside