All Chapters of Rejected Omega, Alpha's Fate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2 — The Beta’s BurdenI walked into the bakery that Adrian told me was owned by my sister. He sent me all the way to the west coast to bring Alara back. He said it was for the pack. I knew better. But orders are orders. I warned him she might not come. He sent me anyway.The bell over the door chimed softly as I stepped inside. Warm air rolled over me, thick with the scent of fresh bread, honey, cinnamon, and something uniquely hers — the quiet peace she had carved out for herself. I stood in the retail section of the bakery, staring at the rows of artisan loaves and pastries lining the shelves. She made a name for herself out here. A real life. A good one. I had a strong suspicion she wasn’t going to give it up.But I had to try. For the pack’s sake.The double doors to the production room swung open, and my sister stepped onto the sales floor. Alara approached the counter and stayed behind it, putting a barrier between us that felt more symbolic than physical.She hissed whe

Chapter 4 — Touchdown The plane touches down at the airport and a lone pack car is waiting for me. The moment the wheels hit the ground, Sylvie stiffens. The air feels different here — heavier, familiar in a way that makes her uneasy. She remembers this place. She remembers everything that happened here. The betrayal. The humiliation. The night she almost died inside me.I grip the armrest for a moment, steadying myself as the plane taxis. Five years gone, and the land still feels like it’s breathing down my neck. Sylvie presses forward, uneasy, her instincts already sharpening.When the plane finally stops, I stand, grab my duffel from the overhead bin, and step into the aisle. The air that hits me when the cabin door opens is colder, heavier — saturated with pack territory energy even this far from the border. My pulse kicks once, hard.I walk through the jet bridge, past the terminal crowds, ignoring the curious stares. Humans move around me unaware, but Sylvie feels the shift the

Chapter 5 — The Alpha's RegretThe minute the car crossed into pack territory, I was already watching from my office window. Alara was coming home, but not by choice. I sent my beta, Elias, to get her once my gamma located her on the west coast. He came back alone. She left me no other option. I informed the pack elders of her whereabouts, and they formally summoned her.She did well for herself out there. Started a bakery and made it profitable. I learned she was opening another one on the other side of the town she lives in now. She built a life without us. Without me.Alara hates me. I can’t blame her. I promised she would be my Luna, and on the full moon when I was meant to mark her, I stood before her, the elder council, and the pack with that bitch of a betrayer and rejected her. I saw her curl into herself as the bond severed her from me. She regained her formal posture, then stood in front of Serena and me in her ceremonial mate gown, silent. She didn’t shed a single tear. She

Chapter 8 — The Old DogThe pack doctor finally allowed me to get out of bed and move around. My ribs still ache, my muscles still protest, and my wolf still snarls at the memory of how close I came to death because of my son’s foolishness. Because of the woman he chose over his fated mate. A woman who never deserved the title of Luna. A betrayer of the pack she swore to protect.Serena nearly destroyed us. And I made sure she paid the ultimate price for her betrayal.I walk slowly down the corridor, each step reminding me of the battles fought and the ones still ahead. The pack house feels different now—quieter, heavier, as if the walls themselves are mourning. Wolves pass me with lowered heads, offering respectful nods. They know what happened. They know who caused it. They know who almost died because of it.I reach the back office and don’t bother knocking. I push the door open and enter, lowering myself into the chair opposite where my son stands.Adrian is staring out the windo

Chapter 10 — Terms of Survival The ruins are quiet.Not silent—quiet. The kind of quiet that comes after a storm, when everything is still deciding whether it survived. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and old stone, as if the land itself is holding its breath. Shadows cling to the broken walls, stretching long and thin across the training grounds like scars.I stand in the center of the broken training grounds, the same place I once bled for this pack. The same place they let me fall. The same place they watched me walk away five years ago. The memories rise like ghosts, brushing against my skin, reminding me of every bruise, every betrayal, every silence that hurt worse than claws.Now they watch me again.I feel their eyes from the shadows. Wolves lingering at the edges, unsure whether to approach or flee. Unsure what I am now. Unsure what I will demand. Their bodies are tense, ears angled forward, tails low. They’re waiting for something—permission, punishm