From Alpha’s Rejection To Majestic Return
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Chapter 1: The Weight of Rejection
**Thelma Zane’s POV:**
“I, Benard Walter, reject you, Thelma Zane, as my future Luna and mate.”
The words struck like a thunderclap, reverberating in my chest, shattering the fragile hope I had nurtured despite knowing better.
It was the final day of the grand ceremony–a day meant to be filled with joy and celebration. The pack gathered in high spirits, unaware of the storm brewing between Benard and me. Away from prying eyes, his voice carried the weight of finality, his rejection a sharp blade cutting through the bond I thought tethered us together.
I stood frozen, my fists clenched tightly by my sides. The look on his face–a mixture of disgust and cold resolve–made my heart ache in a way I hadn’t thought possible.
“Accept your rejection and get out of my sight forever,” Benard growled, his voice dripping with contempt. “The thought of you having human blood in your veins disgusts me. If you have any sense of dignity, you’ll find a quiet place to die rather than continue tarnishing the glory of our people.”
His words, brutal and unrelenting, sent a fiery surge of shame and anger through me. My throat tightened, tears threatening to spill, but I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him.
I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself against the wave of pain that threatened to overwhelm me. “Maybe he’s right,” a cruel voice in my mind whispered. “Maybe my very existence is a mistake.”
I remembered the day I learned the truth about myself my sixteenth birthday, when my parents sat me down and revealed that I was not their biological child. “You were a gift from the stork,” they used to say with affection. But the truth was far less whimsical. I was human, brought into this world and this pack through circumstances no one fully understood.
Benard’s guttural sound of impatience snapped me back to the present. His piercing eyes bore into me, waiting for my response. The bond between us, faint yet undeniable, tightened painfully in protest at the thought of rejection.
But what choice did I have?
*I… I, Thelma Zane, accept your rejection,” I stammered, my voice trembling with suppressed agony. The words tore through me, leaving behind a hollow ache that made it hard to breathe. My body trembled under the weight of the rejec lon bond breaking, but I remained upright,
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Benard snorted coldly, his disdain evident. Crossing his arms, he sneered, “At least you’re smart enough to know your place. You’re nothing but a toad–unworthy and pathetic. Stay in your quagmire and don’t dare to drag others down with you.
With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, his back a wall of indifference. As he left, a group of pack members at the door greeted him with smiles, likely mocking me in their minds for daring to think I could ever be more than what I was.”
“Breathe, Thelma,” I whispered to myself, willing my legs to remain steady. “Don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you break.”
I waited until the group dispersed, holding on to a fragile semblance of composure, before slipping away. Once out of sight, I ran, my steps faltering but relentless as I put as much distance as I could between myself and the humiliation.
This wasn’t new. I had grown up in this pack, learned its ways, and adapted to survive among people who saw me as less. Even though I had friends who defended me and parents who loved me unconditionally, I was always the fragile one–the soft egg in a world of iron shells.
But now, even those bonds felt tainted by my failure.
My parents were the kindest souls, always lifting me up when I faltered. They reminded me that everyone had a purpose, even if mine remained unclear. My friends stood by me through, ridicule and hardship, fighting for my place when I couldn’t. And yet, what had I done in return? I had brought them nothing but shame and sorrow.
Benard’s rejection wasn’t just about me; it would ripple through the pack, staining my family’s honor and leaving a mark on those who had supported me. The thought was
unbearable.
“They deserve better,” I whispered into the cold night air. “I have to leave. For their sake.”
The pack deserved better than me–a fragile, powerless human who couldn’t even withstand the chill of a breeze without shivering. My parents, my brother Rhode, my friends–they all deserved a life unburdened by my presence.
Without letting myself dwell on the decision, I slipped out of the house while everyone was preoccupied with the festivities. The laughter and music from the gathering seemed distant, like a cruel reminder of the joy I couldn’t partake in.
I wandered into the forest, the moonlight guiding my steps. Each movement felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the finality of what I was about to do.
Tears streamed down my face, their warmth a stark contrast to the cold air biting at my skin. I didn’t bother to wipe them away. In the solitude of the forest, there was no need to pretend, no need to hold back the sorrow that had been building within me for years.
“I should have died long ago,” I murmured, my voice breaking. “I stole a happiness that was
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never mine to begin with. Now it’s time to set things right.”
The pack had given me so much–a home, love, and a sense of belonging I had no right to claim. It was only fair that I repay them by leaving.
The cold air filled my lungs, causing me to cough violently. Even now, my body betrayed my weakness. I could hear the distant sound of the pack singing a familiar song, one that had accompanied me through countless moments of joy and sorrow. It was fitting, I thought, that it would be the last sound I heard.
“Be brave, Thelma,” I told myself. “For the last time, be brave.”
I stepped closer to the edge of the cliff, the ground beneath my feet crumbling slightly as I peered into the abyss. Closing my eyes, I let the memories of my parents‘ smiles and my friends‘ laughter fill my mind one final time.
And then, with a deep breath, I jumped.
The wind howled around me, tugging at my hair and clothes as I fell. The song grew faint, replaced by the rushing sound of air and the pounding of my heart.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt free.
