I Rejected the Alpha Who Killed Me

Five years ago, I tore my inner wolf out of my soul to save Alpha Floyd's life.

In return, he treated me like a "Wolfless freak" and made me a slave in my own pack.

To please his mistress, he pressed glowing coals laced with silver directly into my palms, burning the hands that had once woven protection spells for him.

Then, he watched with cold indifference as I drowned in the freezing Moon Pool, sneering that I was just "being dramatic."

It wasn't until the autopsy that he saw the surgical scars on my heart.

He finally realized I hadn't lost my wolf-I had given it to him.

Consumed by madness and guilt, Floyd sacrificed his own soul in the Silver Dungeon, begging the Goddess to turn back time.

He wanted a second chance to worship me.

When I opened my eyes, I was eighteen again, back at the Academy.

Floyd stood before me, his eyes ancient and filled with tears.

"I remember everything," he choked out, reaching for me with a trembling hand. "I came back for you, my Luna."

I looked at the man who had murdered me in the name of love.

"You think suicide buys forgiveness?"

I stepped back, grabbing the hand of the quiet Beta student he used to despise.

"I reject you, Floyd Meyers."

"And this time, I'm choosing the man who would never let me burn."

Chapter 1

Elizebeth POV:

The snow wasn't white. Not anymore. It was a slurry of mud and the faint, pinkish smear of my own blood.

I knelt in the backyard of the Alpha's mansion. The winter wind in the Blood Moon Pack territory was a physical assault, slicing right through the threadbare cotton of my shirt. As an Omega-the dirt beneath the pack's boots-fur coats were a forbidden luxury.

My fingers were stiff, the tips turning a concerning shade of blue as I clutched the bone needle.

"Fix it," the butler had sneered, tossing the crimson velvet at my head. "Alpha Floyd's orders. If the Luna's coronation robe isn't flawless by dawn, you starve for the week."

I shivered, but the cold was the least of my problems. Beneath my collar sat the Silver Suppression Ring. It was a tight metal choker laced with trace amounts of silver. It burned constantly, a dull, sickening heat that masked my scent and capped my energy.

It was the tax I paid to hide the truth. To hide that I was a Wolfless freak.

Five years ago, I wasn't this. I was Elizebeth Rice, a prodigy, a White Wolf. But when Floyd lay dying, his soul shredded by a Rogue ambush, I did the unthinkable. I performed the Wolf Essence Sacrifice. I tore my inner wolf out of my soul and poured it into him.

I saved him. And in return, I became this. A waste of space.

"Look at her," a voice dripped with venom from the balcony.

I didn't look up. Jaylah Ryan. The Beta female crowning herself Luna tomorrow.

"Looks like a frozen rat," a deeper voice rumbled.

My chest seized. Floyd. My Alpha. My Mate.

Though he refused to acknowledge the bond with a mute, Wolfless Omega, my soul still screamed for him. His rejection wasn't just emotional; it was a physical ache in my bones.

"She ruined the robe on purpose, Floyd," Jaylah whined, draping herself over him. "She's jealous. The Oracle was right-she's a curse."

"I... I didn't," I rasped. My voice was like sandpaper.

"Silence."

He didn't shout. He didn't have to. The Alpha's Command slammed into me like a gravity well. My forehead cracked against the freezing ground, my body locking up in total paralysis.

"You will fix it, Elizebeth," Floyd said, his voice devoid of the warmth that used to define our childhood. "And you will do it out here. Stain it, and I'll have you whipped."

The glass doors slid shut, sealing away the warmth.

I was alone with the wind.

I picked up the needle. My hands shook. The tear was jagged-Jaylah's handiwork, obviously-but I had to mend it.

Stitch by agonizing stitch.

Every movement tugged at the silver burns on my neck. I wasn't just sewing cloth; I was sewing the banner of his union to another woman.

I remembered the tapestry I once wove for him, infused with protection spells. He used to sleep with it. Now, I was less than the mud on his shoes.

Hours bled into the night. The moon rose, full and mocking.

Deep inside, in the hollow grave where my wolf used to be, I felt a phantom twitch.

Why do you stay?

I finished the last stitch as the eastern sky turned the color of a bruise. The robe was perfect. My fingers were raw meat, but the velvet was pristine.

I tried to stand. My legs folded.

I collapsed into a snowdrift beneath the balcony. The darkness rushed in, warmer than the Alpha's heart.

Elizebeth POV:

I woke up to a boot in my ribs.

I wasn't in the snow. I was in the guest hallway, dumped there like a bag of trash.

"Get up," a guard grunted.

I scrambled up, clutching the folded robe. The master suite door opened.

Floyd walked out. He radiated power, smelling of rain and ozone-a scent that used to be my home. Now, it just made my stomach turn.

Jaylah followed, wrapped in silk.

I held out the robe, head bowed, exposing the raw skin around the suppression ring.

Jaylah snatched the fabric. She inspected it, her manicured nails digging into the velvet.

"It smells," she sniffed. "Like Omega. And blood."

"I can clean it," I whispered.

"Don't speak," Floyd snapped. He looked at Jaylah, his expression softening in a way that gutted me. "We'll buy a new one in the Holy City. Silk. Only the best."

"But what about this?" Jaylah pointed to the corner of the balcony.

Lying on a patio chair was a gray scarf.

My breath hitched.

It was gray wool, woven with strands of my own wolf fur-shed from my first shift, years before the sacrifice. A Mate Gift. I gave it to him when we were teenagers.

"That old rag?" Floyd glanced at it. "Trash it."

"No," the word slipped out.

Floyd turned, eyes narrowing. Gold flashed in his irises. "You dare countermand me?"

"It... it has value," I stammered. "Please, Alpha."

Jaylah laughed. "Value? It looks like something she pulled out of a dumpster." She picked it up with two fingers.

"Get rid of it," Floyd ordered the guard.

"Floyd, please!" I stepped forward, reaching out.

He caught my wrist. His grip was iron. A jolt of electricity-the Mate spark-arced between us. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second.

Then the wall slammed back down. He shoved me.

"Do not touch me, Wolfless," he spat. "You disgust me."

He grabbed the scarf from Jaylah and tossed it over the balcony railing.

I watched it fall. It landed in the mud of the training grounds. A heavy patrol truck rumbled around the corner. I watched, helpless, as the massive tires rolled directly over it, grinding the wool and my fur into the muck.

Something inside me didn't just break. It died.

I tried to reach out through the Mind-Link, one last desperate attempt.

Floyd... please see me.

Static. A wall of gray noise. He had blocked me out.

"Go," Floyd commanded. "Before I expedite your rejection."

I turned and walked away. No tears. You can't cry over a stranger.

Elizebeth POV:

"She never learns, does she?" Jaylah's voice drifted from the room.

"She is a simple creature," Floyd replied. "Useful for chores. Nothing more."

Useful.

Suddenly, a Beta guard sprinted down the hallway. "Alpha! It's Elder Ryan. Jaylah's mother. She collapsed during the ritual!"

Jaylah screamed. Floyd moved with Alpha speed, a blur of motion. I was shoved into the wall as they rushed past.

I should have hidden. But curiosity-or stupidity-drew me to the pack hospital.

The smell of antiseptic and wolfsbane was choking. In the VIP room, Jaylah's mother, Elder Mara, clutched her chest, looking pale.

"Dark magic backlash," the Pack Healer murmured, sweating. "She tried to bless the territory, but her energy was too weak. Internal hemorrhaging."

"Do something!" Floyd growled, punching the wall. Plaster rained down.

"We need blood," the Healer said. "Pure blood. Ancient bloodline to stabilize the magic. She's Rh-null."

The Golden Blood.

Rare. In this pack, only two people had it. Elder Mara... and me. A trait of the White Wolf lineage.

Jaylah's eyes snapped to me in the doorway. A predator spotting a wounded rabbit.

"Elizebeth," Jaylah sobbed, the tears fake but effective. "She matches."

Floyd turned.

"Is this true?"

I backed away. "I... I'm anemic, Alpha. The silver ring... it weakens my production. If I give blood now..."

"My mother is dying because she tried to protect your home!" Jaylah shrieked.

"It's not faintness," I whispered. "It's my life force."

Floyd closed the distance in two strides. He grabbed my arm, fingers bruising my bicep.

"You ruined the robe," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Consider this payment."

"Floyd, please. I'm weak. I can't."

"You are an Omega. Your life exists to serve."

He dragged me toward the empty bed.

"Alpha," the Healer interjected weakly. "She is frail. The volume required might..."

"Take it," Floyd ordered. "Take what is needed."

I was thrown onto the bed. I didn't fight. You cannot fight an Alpha biologically. My body betrayed me, going limp under his will.

I stared at the ceiling tiles as the nurse strapped me down. Just a blood bag with a pulse.

Moon Goddess, just let me sleep.