Rejected biker luna

Aria's POV

The morning sunlight felt harsh against my skin, but not harsher than the ache between my thighs. Damon had taken me last night, rough and demanding, the way he always does when he needs to remind himself that I'm still his. He'd called it make-up sex, as if that made it gentler. But deep down, I knew better, it was never about love. It was control.

I told myself to stop thinking about it, but the soreness was a cruel reminder.

Ever since I found out Alpha Damon Black was my mate, my life had been one endless storm. Three years of cold nights and distant eyes. Three years of silence that screamed louder than words.

I still remember the first day I met him, at my gym house. The air had gone still the moment he walked in. His scent rolled through the room, thick and powerful. My wolf went wild instantly, whispering, Mate.

He was the most striking man I'd ever seen, tall, broad shoulders, veins tracing down his muscled arms, his dark hair neatly shaved. He looked like power carved into flesh.

"What's your name?" he asked, eyes locked on mine.

"Aria," I said, my voice small but steady.

"Who are you?"

"I'm... an omega. And the gym instructor."

He scoffed, his lip curling slightly. "You're not up to my standard. Mind how you look at me."

That was the first time my heart broke.

Months later, his father forced him into accepting the mate bond. I became Luna by title, not by heart. I worked hard, served the pack, trained the warriors, handled their disputes, and kept the territory stable, all while pretending his indifference didn't kill me slowly.

Damon was a man of duty. He fulfilled every one of his Alpha responsibilities, except the one to his mate.

The shrill ring of his phone snapped me from my thoughts. Damon groaned beside me, reaching for it lazily.

"What is it?" he barked into the phone, his tone all authority.

He paused for a second, then stood up abruptly. "You're joking," he said, and for the first time in years, I saw something strange on his face, a smile.

A smile.

My chest tightened. I hadn't seen him smile since the day we got married, and even then, it wasn't for me.

"What happened?" I asked softly, sitting up.

He was already half-dressed, buttoning his black shirt. "Nothing you need to worry about," he said curtly.

But I followed him anyway. If something could make him smile like that, maybe it was something I could do too, maybe that was my chance to be seen.

When I reached the living room, I froze.

A woman stood in the middle of the room, tall, beautiful, perfectly put together. Her hair was golden, her dress clung to her curves, and her lips carried the kind of confidence only someone who once belonged could have.

"Selene," Damon breathed out.

The name hit my ears like thunder. I had heard whispers of that name before, quiet gossip among the pack, the woman Damon once loved before me. But he never confirmed it, and I never asked.

Now she was standing right in front of him, smiling like she never left.

"I'm sorry, Dam," she said softly, her voice smooth as silk. "I shouldn't have walked away. I missed you."

My heart clenched.

She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his beard like she'd done it a thousand times before. He didn't pull away.

"Selene..." Damon said again, this time lower, almost breathless.

Every inch of my body burned with disbelief. I had to look away to stop my tears from falling.

Selene's eyes flicked toward me, and for the first time, she seemed to notice I was there. Her expression didn't falter.

"And who's this?" she asked, her tone casual, almost bored.

Damon hesitated. "That's...."

"Aria," I cut in, my voice sharp. "His Luna."

Her eyes widened slightly, then her lips curved into a slow smile. "Luna?" she repeated, like the word was a joke. "Oh you're the omega Luna?."

I felt my wolf stir inside me. Let me out, she growled.

Damon stepped between us, his tone firm. "Selene, enough."

Selene ignored him. "Did you tell her, Damon? That she was just a replacement? That you never wanted...."

"Enough!" he roared this time, his Alpha voice filling the room.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

I stared at him, my chest heaving. "A replacement?" I whispered.

He looked at me, then looked away.

That one second,that hesitation, was all the answer I needed.

I felt something inside me break quietly, like a glass shattering in my chest. I swallowed hard, forcing my tears back. "I see," I said finally.

Without another word, I turned around and walked out. Damon didn't stop me. Not a word. Not a glance.

The moment the door shut behind me, my knees nearly gave out.

I stood outside in the cold morning air, hugging myself, feeling the sting of betrayal deeper than any wound. The bond between us still burned, but it felt weaker, thinner, like a thread about to snap.

I walked aimlessly until my feet took me where I always felt safe, my gym house.

The scent of sweat, leather, and metal hit me as soon as I entered. It was my space. My escape. The place I built with my own hands when the world turned its back on me.

I dropped to the floor, my back against the wall, trying to catch my breath. My hands trembled. I'd taken enough from Damon, but this... this was different. Seeing the woman who made him smile? That broke me.

I didn't even realize when the tears began to fall.

Maybe it was time to stop pretending. Maybe it was time to remember who I was before him, before the pain.

I stayed there for hours, lost in thought. The world outside didn't exist.

When I finally stood, my body ached again, but this time not from his touch, from the weight I'd been carrying for too long.

I looked at myself in the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back,strong but tired, beautiful but broken.

"Enough," I whispered.

My wolf stirred softly. We've been saying that for years.

I smiled faintly. "But this time, I mean it."

Just as I reached for my water bottle, my phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number.

I hesitated before opening it.

The message read:

"You deserve better than him. Soon, you'll see why."

I froze. My heart pounded. Who would send me that?

Before I could reply, another message came in, just one word this time:

"Aren't you tired of being a replacement?"

Aria's POV

Whoever this message is from must be someone who knows me well, too well. The words keep ringing in my head, circling over and over like a curse I can't escape.

I tried to think, to trace the voice behind the words, but there was nothing to hold on to. Just emptiness and confusion.

I know the hate toward me is much. Being an omega in this pack automatically makes you an outcast. But this... this feels deeper. Personal.

The morning workout helped a little. The burning in my muscles replaced the fire in my chest. Every punch against the bag was a silent scream, every drop of sweat a release of something heavy. By the time I stopped, my body was trembling, not from weakness, but from holding back too much for too long.

I stood in the middle of my small gym house, the air heavy with the scent of iron and sweat. My sanctuary. My little world where nobody could remind me of my rank or my past.

But today, even this space couldn't silence the chaos in my head.

I locked the door behind me and sighed. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to handle clients or smiles today. The silence in the gym was comforting, but my heart wasn't still. It beat too fast, restless, uneasy.

The walk back to the pack house felt longer than usual. Each step echoed against the dirt road, the sound of birds fading into the distance. The sun was blazing high, sharp and golden, telling me that the day had already gone far. I must have spent more hours inside than I thought. That's how the gym traps me, once I'm there, time disappears. It's my only escape, yet somehow, it reminds me of everything I'm running from.

When the large, tall shape of the pack house appeared, my stomach twisted. I slowed my steps, dragging them against the ground as if my body already knew something I didn't want to face.

Then came that voice, smooth, mocking, and laced with fake sweetness.

"Hi, Aria."

I froze. My skin went cold. I turned slowly toward the sound, and there she was, Selene.

She was sitting in the garden, all glowing and perfect, like she had been waiting for me.

And beside her, Damon. My mate. My supposed other half. His hand was locked with hers, fingers intertwined like they had been doing it for years.

The sight hit me like a dagger. My heart clenched, but my face didn't show it. I glanced at them once, sharp and cold, then turned away, refusing to give her the reaction she wanted.

"Aria," Damon's voice thundered behind me. "Be nice. She's talking to you."

I stopped. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. The Alpha's command was never to be ignored, even when it came from a mate who treated you like nothing.

I turned around slowly, my eyes meeting his. For a second, it was like time paused. His face was calm, emotionless, the same face I've looked at every morning for three years, trying to find even a hint of love. But there was none. There never was.

I wasn't angry anymore. Just tired. Tired of trying. Tired of pretending.

It's obvious now, I can't earn the love I've been fighting for.

Selene smiled then. That kind of smile that isn't meant to be kind. She tilted her head and said, "Don't worry, Dam, it's not her fault." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Then she turned her gaze on me. "I'm sorry, Dam loves me more than you, Luna."

That word, Luna, stung, the way she said it, like a joke she was proud of.

I looked at her and smiled faintly. "I know. And it's fine."

My voice came out calm, steady. It surprised even me.

This man doesn't deserve my love anyway. I've given enough, lost enough.

"Can I go now?" I asked, still smiling. That smile, the one I had mastered over time, was my only shield now.

Their faces changed. Surprise flickered between them, as if they expected me to cry, scream, or crumble. But I didn't. I couldn't. I've already done all that when nobody was watching.

Selene blinked, then chuckled, her tone sharper now. "C'mon, I know you're hurt. You don't need to cover that. It's not my fault Dam chose me over you." She rested her head on Damon's shoulder, eyes still fixed on mine, waiting for a crack in my mask.

"I can see that," I said simply, still holding that forced smile.

A silence settled, thick and uncomfortable. Even the breeze seemed to pause. Damon's eyes darkened, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

"Enough, Aria." His voice was cold, sharp as ice.

He stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the stones. "See you in the room now."

I didn't move. I just stared. For a second, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes, guilt, maybe? Or anger? I couldn't tell anymore.

"I'll be right there, Selene," he said, softer this time, and then turned to me. Without waiting for my response, he grabbed my wrist.

His grip wasn't painful, but firm enough to make me stumble as he dragged me toward the pack house. My heart pounded, not out of fear, but from everything I was holding back.

The garden fell silent behind us. I didn't look back, but I could feel Selene's smirk burning into my spine.

Each step toward that door felt heavier. My chest tightened with a thousand words I wanted to scream but couldn't. The walls of the pack house loomed closer, swallowing the sunlight as we entered the shadows.

I could still hear Damon's breathing, slow and steady beside me, but he said nothing.

And maybe that silence hurt more than his words ever could.

As the door shut behind us, I realized something.

The woman he was holding in that garden wasn't just another rival. She was the spark he once had with me, now burning in someone else's hands.

And the man dragging me through the hallway wasn't just my mate. He was a stranger wearing the face of the one I used to love.

The sound of the door slamming echoed through the pack house, leaving a stillness so deep it made my skin crawl.

I swallowed hard, forcing the tears back down. No, not here. Not in front of him.

If Damon wanted a show, he wasn't getting one.

So I straightened my shoulders, kept my chin high, and walked beside him into the silence.

Whatever was waiting behind that door,

I knew it was going to change everything.

Aria's POV

"What was that display outside there?" Damon's voice echoed through the room the moment we entered. His tone was sharp, his jaw tight.

I sat on the bed, folded my arms, and tried to hold myself together. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't act dumb, Aria," he snapped. "You were rude to my guest, and you know it."

My heart twisted. "Damon, how exactly was I rude?" I asked softly, trying hard to stop the tremble in my voice.

He scoffed and turned to face me fully. "Look, I never forced you into this marriage. If you're tired of it, just say it. Of course, you won't, unless you want to end up sleeping on the street where you belong."

That cut deep. The words hit harder than a slap.

"Is that all that matters to you?" I whispered. "What about my heart?"

He gave a cold laugh, lit a cigarette, and blew the first puff in my face. "Your heart? What business do I have with that? The only thing that matters is how your body responds to my touch."

His hand slid to my breast.

I flinched and pushed it away. I once craved that touch, every bit of it. But not anymore, not from a man who doesn't see me, doesn't love me, doesn't even respect me.

His eyes darkened. "Don't you dare remove my hand again," he growled, gripping my neck.

I gasped, struggling to breathe as smoke brushed against my face again. My mind screamed for air, but he didn't care. Damon loved control, loved the way fear danced in my eyes.

He pressed his lips against mine, rough, possessive, trying to remind me who held the power. I turned my head, but he forced the kiss harder. My chest tightened.

And then I bit his lip, hard.

He cursed, stepping back in anger. "You dare..."

But before he could finish, a voice came from the door.

"Dam, I have something to tell you," Selene's voice floated in.

Damon shot me a deadly glare. He wiped the blood from his lip, straightened his shirt, and hissed, "You've grown wings, Aria. Don't worry, I'll show you why I'm called Alpha Damon."

He stormed out before I could reply.

The door slammed.

My knees gave way, and I sat on the edge of the bed, trembling.

"I've been telling you to leave him," Elly, my wolf, growled inside me. "He doesn't love us at all."

"I know," I whispered, my throat tight. "I thought he would change. I thought after everything, after all my sacrifices, maybe he'd see me differently."

Elly hissed in anger. "He never will. We should have left the moment he made us his Luna only by name."

She was right. Damon never saw me as his Luna. I was just a shadow in his life, a bed he visited when his ego needed warmth.

From now on, I promised myself, I'd stop caring. I'd focus on my duties, not my heart.

My phone rang, breaking the silence.

"Hello?" I answered, forcing my voice steady.

"Luna, sorry to disturb you," Beta Liam's calm voice came through. "There's an emergency in the office."

"I'll be there in a jiff," I replied and hung up.

I walked to the mirror. My eyes were red, but my face had to look strong. A Luna should never show weakness. I changed into a soft lavender dress that gave me a little confidence, brushed my hair, and left the room.

The late afternoon sun burned gently against my skin as I walked through the hallway toward the office. The golden light fell through the windows, to but nothing could warm the coldness inside me.

Then, I heard laughter behind me.

"Omega will always be omega," Ruth's voice rang out. "No matter how she tries to act high and mighty."

Her friends laughed along.

I clenched my jaw and kept walking. Their voices didn't sting like they used to. I had grown used to the mockery.

"Her reign as Luna is almost over," another girl sneered. "The real Luna is already here to take what's hers."

I didn't turn around. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

I reached the office entrance and stood quietly, waiting for Liam. My phone buzzed again,a message from him.

Wait for me at the hallway entrance. On my way.

Their laughter continued, louder this time.

"She's nothing but a bed warmer," Ruth said.

That one stung.

Elly stirred within me, restless. "Let me out, Aria. Just once. Let me show them who we really are."

"No," I whispered in my mind. "Not here. Not now."

Ever since I joined this pack, I'd never shifted in front of anyone. When the pain of rejection became too heavy, I ran deep into the woods and shifted alone. There, I could breathe without judgment.

"Enough!" Liam's voice boomed behind me. "All of you, out. Now!"

The girls froze, then scurried away, mumbling under their breaths.

Liam approached, giving me a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry about that, Luna."

I nodded, pretending not to care. "What's the emergency?"

He cleared his throat. "There are rogues spotted at the northern border."

My eyes widened slightly. "And what did the Alpha say?"

"He said we can handle it," Liam replied, hesitation in his voice. "He has... something important to discuss with Selene."

I swallowed my bitterness. "Of course he does."

Liam tried to avoid my eyes. "I've already gathered a few warriors. We're ready to move."

"Good," I said, my tone clipped.

We walked down the corridor toward the training field where the warriors waited. I could feel Liam's gaze on me.

"By the way," he said lightly, "you look stunning today. You should dress like this more often. It fits your Luna title."

I gave a small, humorless smile. "Thank you, Liam. But titles don't mean much if no one respects them."

He sighed, looking at me with something like pity, or maybe admiration. I couldn't tell.

Within minutes, we reached the field. The warriors were ready, weapons in hand, tension thick in the air. The late afternoon light was dimming now, streaks of orange brushing the clouds.

"Let's move," I commanded. My voice was firm, the voice of a Luna, even if my heart was breaking inside.

We began the journey toward the border. The air grew colder, and the forest ahead was strangely silent.

"Elly, you feel that?" I whispered in my mind.

"Yes," she growled. "Something's off. The scent isn't just rogues. It's stronger... darker."

Then came the growls. Low, deep, spreading from the shadows.

"Positions!" I ordered.

The rogues lunged out, fast and wild. I ducked, grabbed a fallen branch, and swung hard, straight to the ribs of the first attacker. It dropped, whining.

Another came from the left. I turned sharply, kicked it hard in the jaw, then used my momentum to strike another from behind. My body moved on instinct.

Liam fought beside me, his claws out, while the warriors formed a tight circle.

It wasn't easy, but I never once let my wolf out. I didn't need her strength to win. Every strike, every move, was mine.

By the time the last rogue fell, my hands were bloodied, my breath heavy.

The woods fell silent again.

Liam wiped his arm. "That was too organized to be random."

"Yeah," I said slowly. "They weren't here to kill. They were testing us."

"Testing us for what?"

I looked toward the thick forest beyond the clearing. "I don't know."

The air grew strangely still. Not a leaf moved. The kind of silence that comes only when something, or someone, is watching.

Elly's voice came quietly in my mind. "We're not alone."

A chill crawled up my spine.

I turned slowly, scanning the shadows. The forest was dark now, the last of the sunlight dying behind the hills.

"Let's move out," I said quietly. "No one stays behind."

Liam nodded, signaling the warriors to pull back.

We walked away from the border, but I could still feel it, eyes on me, watching from the darkness.

I didn't look back.

I didn't need to.

Whatever was out there, it wasn't done with me yet.