The Omega He Rejected, The White Wolf He Craves の小説・ストーリー

It’s not until the Omega clears the top off, martini glasses shattering on the floor, that they pay attention. Suddenly, there are a hundred Alpha eyes on her, stripping her, f*cking her, just leering at her. “Hello. You don’t know me,” Ariadne begins. “But I’d like to, baby,” someone catcalls. Ariadne stares the man down, bright lapis eyes boring into the strangers. “I’m the White Wolf.” Immediately, there are clicks of doubt and disapproval. “Any Alpha that buys tonight, you can expect a personal visit from me,” Ariadne continues. “I’ll come to your house and slit your throat.”

"Always." The rejected omega's story had ended. The White Wolf Queen's story was just beginning. And I couldn't wait to see what came next. THE END

“You’re a newborn wolf having just had your first change. Some would say that you’re an Omega” “What's an Omega?” I asked loudly. “Shh...” he said putting his finger over his lips, with a slight chuckle. “An Omega is a lone wolf that isn’t part of a pack” “How do you find a pack?” I whispered, “An Omega has to be accepted into the pack by the Alpha” “But what if they don’t get accepted?” I was worried about his response having just being told of my loner status. “If an Omega is rejected then they have to move on out of the region that that pack controls”.

he commanded, his sharp claws digging into my neck, causing a sharp growl of pain to escape me. "I can't," I muttered through the pain. "Why?" His inquiry was sharp. "Because I don't possess a wolf," I confessed, my voice combined with helplessness. "Shit! The moon goddess must be unstable. She has bestowed upon me not only an ugly omega as a mate, but also one without a wolf," he uttered, hate clouding his eyes. "As soon as you encounter your wolf, reject me," he ordered, releasing his grip on my neck, causing me to collapse to the floor. He walked away without a second glance, as if he had just carried out a trivial task.

As though the idea of me rejecting him was the most absurd thing he had ever heard. “You have no one, Allene,” he said suddenly, the laughter dropping from his face. “You’re an orphan. And on top of that, you’re an omega—a wolfless one at that. If you reject me, do you even understand what that means for you?” His seriousness startled me. I held his gaze, refusing to look away.

None of that mattered now. “What you are asking us to accept,” Elder Marcus said, his voice sharp and unwavering, “is impossible.” Damon’s jaw tightened. “I am not asking.” A murmur rippled through the hall. Elder Elijah rose slowly, leaning on his staff. His gaze was stern, disappointed. “An omega mate is unacceptable for an Alpha of Blackwood.”

The way he pretended I didn’t exist unless it was convenient. He never said the words, but I knew I wasn’t wanted. Not that I could have rejected him even if I tried. I was just an omega, and in our world, an omega rejecting an alpha in front of his pack was practically a death sentence. It would be seen as defiance. Treason. They would’ve torn me apart for even trying.

He spoke low, his voice deep and threatening as he stepped forward. “Stop,” I whimpered again. “Accept it,” He demanded, and had my wolf not abandoned me to grieve, I would have submitted to his demand and given him the freedom from our bond that he was looking for. Instead, I ignored him, too consumed by the pain to form words. “Accept it,” He repeated again, his voice coming out louder, almost desperate. “I refuse to be tied to you for the rest of my life! Accept the rejection, Omega!”

I clarified, stifling an eye roll. She shook her head without hesitation. “Nope.” “How can you say that?!” I nearly shouted; I was feeling heartbroken for this man. “He’s a male nurse,” she said shaking her head in disgust. “Not to mention omega. I can’t be with an omega wolf. I have Alpha blood.” “But he’s your mate…” “I’ll reject him when I’m better,” she said. “I just need my wolf to get over her initial shock over the situation.” “It would destroy your wolf if you rejected him. Not to mention destroy his wolf,” I argued. ‘

Nikolai’s POV Running my fingers through my hair, I felt my heart race and my breathing paced as I tried to keep my feet on the ground. The pain soon stopped and my eyes widened when I realized what just happened. ‘It’s our mate,’ my wolf said as I stared at the door like I was expecting to see something, ‘she’s no longer our mate, she accepted the rejection.’ He finished. No. No. There’s no way the rejection was going to work without me being with her when she accepted it.