SHE WAS REJECTED

Carly woke to the sound of keys jangling and the heavy door of her cell creaking open. Her heart skipped as the light from the hallway flooded in. She squinted, trying to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness. Alpha Arnold stood in the doorway, his silhouette looming menacingly.

"Get up, Carly," he barked. "Today's going to be a busy day, and I don't want any of your sluggishness slowing us down."

She hurried to her feet, her body still sore from the previous day's work. Without a word, she followed Alpha Arnold out of the cell and into the dimly lit hallway.

Carly's mind raced again with thoughts of escape plans. She had to be careful with Alpha Arnold. Any mistakes could lead to severe punishment, and she couldn't afford that now. She had to bide her time, waiting for the perfect moment to make her move.

They entered the main hall, where the other slaves were already at work. The room buzzed with activity as they prepared for another day of their monthly responsibilities. Carly's heart sank as she saw the fear in their eyes, the same fear that had taken root in her own heart.

"Listen up, everyone!" Alpha Arnold's voice boomed across the room, silencing the murmurs of the slaves. "Today, we have special guests arriving from the neighboring packs. I expect everything to be perfect. No mistakes. Do you understand?"

A chorus of murmured agreements followed, and Alpha Arnold was pleased with everyone's response. He turned to Carly, his eyes narrowing.

"Carly, you'll be in charge of cleaning the guest quarters. Make sure everything is spotless. And remember, any mistakes will be severely punished."

"Yes, Alpha Arnold," Carly replied, her voice trembling slightly. She turned and made her way to the guest quarters, her mind focused on the task at hand.

The guest quarters were a series of rooms at the far end of the hall, reserved for the most important visitors. Carly entered the first room, a large, opulent space filled with rich furnishings and elaborate decorations. She took a deep breath and began to clean, her hands moving quickly and efficiently.

Finally, the guest quarters were clean, and Carly stepped back to admire her work. She was exhausted, her body aching from the effort. At least for now, she had done something right.

"Carly!" Alpha Arnold's voice called from the doorway, and she turned to see him. "Are you finished?"

"Yes, Alpha Arnold," she replied, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her.

"Good. Follow me. There's more work to be done."

Carly followed him out of the room and back into the main hall. The other slaves were still hard at work, their faces etched with weariness.

"You'll be helping with the preparations for tonight's feast," he said, gesturing to the mess. "Make sure everything is in order."

Carly nodded and began to sort through the supplies. While she was working, she overheard snippets of conversation from the other slaves, their voices low.

"Did you hear about the new visitors?" one of them whispered. "I heard they're even worse than Alpha Arnold."

"Just keep your head down and do your work," another replied. "We can't afford to get on their bad side."

Carly's heart sank at the thought. If these new visitors were truly worse than Alpha Arnold, then their situation was even more dire than she had imagined. She had to find a way out, and soon.

But who could she trust? The other slaves were just as fearful as she was, their spirits broken by years of servitude. She needed someone strong, someone brave enough to stand up to Alpha Arnold and his pack.

The guests began to arrive, their voices filling the hall with a cacophony of noise. Carly kept her head down, focusing on her tasks, but she couldn't help but listen to their conversations.

"Did you hear about the latest raid?" one of the guests said, his voice filled with excitement. "The Resistance is getting bolder. They attacked one of our outposts last night."

"Yes, I heard," another replied. "But they'll never win. We're too strong for them."

Carly was surprised when they mentioned the word Resistance. If they were truly out there, fighting against the wolf packs, then maybe there was hope. She just needed to find a way to contact them.

As she served the guests, Carly couldn't help but notice the tension in the air. The wolves from the neighboring packs seemed restless, their conversations hushed and urgent. She moved carefully, avoiding their scrutinizing gazes, her mind racing with the possibilities.

There, in a hidden alcove, was a man she had never seen before. He was dressed in dark, practical clothing, and his eyes were sharp and alert.

"Who are you?" she whispered, glancing nervously back toward the stairs.

The man raised a finger to his lips, signaling for silence. "My name is Liam," he said quietly. "I'm with the Resistance."

Carly's breath caught in her throat. The Resistance. They were real, and they were here. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"We've been watching the packs for some time," Liam explained. "We're looking for people who want to fight back."

"I want to fight back," Carly said quickly, desperation in her voice. "I can't stay here any longer."

Liam nodded. "I can help you, but we need to be careful. Alpha Arnold has eyes everywhere. Can you meet me here again, tomorrow night?"

"Yes," Carly replied without hesitation. "I'll be here."

Liam handed her a small, folded piece of paper. "This has the details of our next meeting point. Memorize it and destroy it. We can't risk it falling into the wrong hands."

Carly took the paper, her hands shaking. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Stay strong," Liam said, his voice steady and reassuring. "We'll get you out of here."

With that, Carly quickly made her way back to the hall. She had to be very careful. Arnold has connections with the Lamine packs, and any information he disperses to them and the Alpha of Lamine packs is what they will always follow and do. They can never object to it.

As she resumed her duties, Carly's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and plans. She now had hope, a light in the darkness that had consumed her life for so long. But she had to be cautious. One wrong move, and everything could be lost.

The feast went on, the guests laughing and talking, oblivious to the turmoil inside Carly. She moved among them, serving food and drinks, all the while plotting her escape. The Resistance was her only hope, and she clung to it with every fiber of her being.

Carly could feel the weight of the small piece of paper in her pocket. It was a symbol of her newfound hope, a reminder that she was not alone. She had to memorize its contents and destroy it, just as Liam had instructed.

Finally, the guests began to leave, their laughter echoing in the hall. Carly let out a sigh of relief, hoping she could retire to her cell without any more trouble. But as she started to clean up, Alpha Arnold approached her, a smirk on his face.

"You did well tonight, Carly," he said, his tone mocking. "But don't think for a second that means you're off the hook. You still have a lot to learn about serving your betters."

"Yes, Alpha Arnold," she replied, her voice barely audible.

"Go to your cell. Tomorrow will be another long day."

Carly nodded and made her way back to her cell, her body aching from the day's labor. She lay down on the hard, cold floor, her thoughts turning to escape once more. She couldn't stay here forever. She had to find a way out, no matter the cost.

The night was darker than usual, and it was hard to see the clouds. Carly's footsteps were almost soundless on the forest floor. She had been running for days, fleeing from her life of slavery and endless torment. After her parents passed away, she was left alone in enormous debt.

Her recent captors were the Wolves of Lamine City. She had to escape from them and reach her secret apartment where they wouldn't find her or notice her presence. However, she was later captured by the Wolf Rogues of Ramine City, where she found herself hiding.

"Hey, you! Come here! You think you can escape from us?" A rough voice called out. "Come clean this mess up."

I gasped in shock, looking at the water Alpha Arnold, the leader of the Evil Wolf pack, had spilled on the floor. As I bent over to clean it, I felt another splash of water pouring all over my body.

"Oops, my bad," he laughed menacingly. I was thoroughly displeased and disgusted with his childish act. I wiped up the water and drained it into the bucket.

"Carly, get over here, you fool!" Alpha Arnold called my name angrily, waving at me.

"Yes, Alpha Arnold?" I responded respectfully.

"Drop the silly act. You still have a lot of work to do before we put you up for the slavery trade." I nodded, giving him a reply.

I moved the mop across the tiles. Alpha Arnold was controlling and always a principled wolf, making me clean multiple times a day.

"We have important visitors this evening. Make sure you arrange everything and prepare 29 chairs and tables for the guests," he ordered.

"Yes, Alpha Arnold," I said, bowing and kneeling down, my head lowered as he gave his orders. "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"Don't let your filthy smell drive these guests away. Behave appropriately and follow every order they give, as well as the ones I'm giving you now."

"I don't have a choice," I whispered silently.

"Yes, it's your choice, not mine," Alpha Arnold replied rudely. "You can stand up now," he instructed. "What are your duties tonight?"

"I don't have any duties tonight, apart from the ones you just gave me."

"Good. Go arrange everything and don't try anything foolish like running away again, or else you'll be skinned alive."

"Yes, Alpha Arnold, I will adhere to all your words," I said, feeling pained by his harsh words. His tone grew even more menacing towards the end of our conversation.

"Go back to your cell and put on the new outfit I placed on your table," he said with pride. "Your old outfit looks torn and rough, and you reek of a bad stench. Apply some good sprays and change into a new outfit."

He bolted out, walking through the wolf pack's apartment, leaving me alone with the remaining slaves who seemed just as hopeless.

---

I trudged back to my cell, determined not to let Alpha Arnold's threats break my spirit. I had come too far in my quest for freedom.

The other slaves, their eyes dull and eerily scary, barely glanced at me as I passed by.

I found the new outfit in my cell as instructed-a simple dress of coarse fabric-lying on the table. I changed quickly, wincing at the cold touch of the material against my skin. After applying the spray Alpha Arnold had mentioned, I felt marginally better, though his words still humiliated me.

The evening approached swiftly. Carly worked tirelessly, arranging the chairs and tables as instructed. The hall needed to look perfect for the visitors, whoever they might be. She knew better than to ask questions; curiosity could be a dangerous thing in this place.

As she moved about, setting the tableware and ensuring everything was in place, her mind wandered back to the days before her capture. Life had been far from easy, but it was nothing compared to the torment she endured now. Her parents had always been there. Losing them had left a void she doubted could ever be filled.

"Carly!" Alpha Arnold's voice snapped her back to the present. She hurried over, not wanting to provoke his wrath.

"Yes, Alpha Arnold?"

"Did you prepare the special wine for the guests?"

"Yes, Alpha Arnold, it's ready."

"Good. Make sure it's served perfectly. These guests are not to be trifled with."

Carly nodded, swallowing her resentment. She knew that any mistake could lead to severe punishment. She moved quickly, fetching the wine and making sure everything was perfect as the guests began to arrive.

The visitors were a mix of high-ranking wolves from various packs. Their conversations were filled with discussions of power and territory, things that were far beyond Carly's concerns. She focused on her tasks, hoping for them to finish what they came to do.

"Hey, girl," one of the guests called out, his voice dripping with disdain. "Bring me more wine."

Carly complied, moving quickly to refill his glass. As she did, the guest grabbed her wrist, his grip tight and painful.

"What's your name?" he demanded.

"Carly," she whispered, trying to pull her hand away.

"Carly, huh? Pretty name for a slave," he sneered, finally releasing her. "You better hope you don't spill that wine."

Carly nodded, backing away slowly, desperate to avoid further confrontation.

Finally, the guests began to leave, their laughter echoing in the hall. Carly let out a sigh of relief, hoping she could retire to her cell without any more trouble. But as she started to clean up, Alpha Arnold approached her, a smirk on his face.

"You did well tonight, Carly," he said, his tone mocking. "But don't think for a second that means you're off the hook. You still have a lot to learn about serving your betters."

"Yes, Alpha Arnold," she replied, her voice barely audible.

"Go to your cell. Tomorrow will be another long day."

Carly nodded and made her way back to her cell, her body aching from the day's labor. As she lay down on the hard, cold floor, her thoughts turned to escape once more. She couldn't stay here forever. She had to find a way out, no matter the cost.

---

The moon cast a silvery light through the small window of her cell, highlighting the resolve in Carly's eyes. She knew the risks were high, but staying meant a life of endless torment and degradation. As she lay there, a plan began to form in her mind-a plan that involved more than just running. She needed allies, and she needed to learn more about the weaknesses of the Wolves of Lamine City.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the faint sounds of footsteps outside her cell. Carly tensed, expecting another round of torment. But instead, a shadowy figure appeared at her door.

"Psst, Carly," a voice whispered. "It's me, Aiden."

Aiden was a fellow slave, one of the few who still had a spark of hope left in his eyes. He slipped into her cell, closing the door quietly behind him.

"Aiden, what are you doing here?" Carly asked, her heart pounding.

"I overheard the Alpha talking. They're planning something big, something that could be our chance to escape," Aiden said, his eyes shining with determination.

Carly's pulse quickened. "What did you hear?"

"They're moving a large shipment of silver weapons tomorrow night. It's our best chance to get out while they're distracted. We can sneak out through the old tunnels under the storage building," Aiden explained.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Carly asked, doubt creeping into her voice.

"It's risky, but it's the best shot we have. Are you in?" Aiden asked, extending his hand.

Carly hesitated for a moment, then grasped his hand firmly. "I'm in. Let's do this."

Carly was born into a small, peaceful pack nestled in the mountains. Her parents, both kind and hardworking, raised her with love and taught her the values of loyalty and courage. Life was simple and happy until the day the raids began. Alpha Arnold and his men attacked their pack, burning homes and capturing anyone they could find.

Carly was just fifteen when the raids started. Her father fought bravely but was outnumbered. She watched in horror as he was struck down and her mother was dragged away screaming. Carly hid in the forest, clutching her younger brother, Ethan, to her chest, trying to keep him quiet.

After the raid was over, Carly and Ethan lived in hiding, scavenging for food and avoiding the patrols. They were eventually discovered and captured. Carly fought with all her strength, but she was no match for the soldiers. She and Ethan were taken to a slave market in Tamine City, where they were separated and sold to different buyers.

---

Carly was jolted back to the present by the sound of Alpha Arnold's voice booming through the hall. She hurried out of the storeroom and joined the other slaves, who were busy setting up for the evening feast.

"Move faster, Carly!" Alpha Arnold snapped as he passed by. "I don't have time for your daydreaming."

"Yes, Alpha Arnold," Carly replied, quickening her pace. She couldn't afford to draw any attention to herself.

"Are you going to stand there like a statue? Hurry up and have a proper bath!" barked Mrs. Elizabeth, the Chief Maid, whose gray hair was visibly seen.

Carly looked around the filthy bathroom, noticing numerous stains, feces, and even dead rats scattered throughout. This was the place where deceased omegas' bodies were washed before finally being burned at the sacred pack tomb. She wondered why Alpha Terry had instructed her to bathe in such a location.

She delicately began bathing, wanting to look presentable for Alpha Terry, taking a significant amount of time to finish.

Afterward, she was escorted by one of the maids, who persistently pushed her and made fun of the scars on her back, visible because she had a towel around her chest, yet it failed to completely conceal the marks inflicted by the ruthless people in the Blue Lamine pack.

"You should be quick; I'm not here for this rubbish," said Alpha Terry.

Carly muttered, her voice filled with irritation. She snorted in response and returned her attention to her phone. She was nearly ready for the ritual. Her thick brown hair had been pulled up into an elegant twist, with the veil neatly tucked into place.

She hadn't worn any makeup, so she was left with no choice but to embrace her natural appearance. It didn't bother her much, although her skin was not flawless, adorned with beautiful scars.

"What the hell are you smiling about?" Alpha Terry snarled, interrupting her thoughts. Carly shook her head, choosing not to respond. Alpha Terry narrowed his eyes at Carly, He stood up and approached her, his hands on his hips as she cocked her head to the side.

"You know, slave, I think you could use a little color in your cheeks for your mating ritual today," he said abruptly, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

Instinctively, Carly sprang up and attempted to bolt out towards the door, knowing what was coming next. Alpha Terry was quick. He grabbed her arm, spun her around, and delivered a vicious slap to Carly's left cheek. Before she could recover from the shock, Alpha Terry repeated the action on her right cheek. Tears welled up in Carly's eyes as the stinging pain radiates across her face.

"What? You should thank me for putting natural makeup on your face. It will make you look more unique!" Alpha Terry said, and Carly bit her lower lip. She had no option but to endure it. However, she had gotten an Alpha mate; all this maltreatment would soon come to an end.

"You will always be nothing but a stupid slave!" he spat, before releasing her grip and walking out of the room. Carly breathed out heavily and fell to the ground, tears rolling down her eyes, but that didn't change her mood; today was the last day they would torture her this way.

She took a deep breath in and out, attempting to regain composure. After a few minutes, she walked out of the room, heading towards the hall. Suddenly, she stopped and looked around the place, cursing the earth king for bringing her to such a wretched place. What kind of pack would punish someone like this?

"Slave Carly!" The Alpha's husky, deep voice made her flinch, and she looked at him.

"Alpha," she mumbled. Alpha Michael grabbed her arm forcefully, tightening his grip.

"Listen well, slave. You will forever be a slave. He will take you as nothing but a breeder!" he said, but Carly was still processing the situation.

"Huh? What...I don't understand," she said, and when her emerald green eyes landed on Maxwell, she felt her soul leave her.

"I hope you die soon. Idiot!" Maxwell rolled her eyes, leaving.

Alpha Terry remained silent for a moment, his eyes turning black and emitting a low growl. Before he could act on his aggression or harm her, the large doors in front of them began to open.

Alpha Terry resumed his fake smile. As they proceeded into the hall, Carly was hit with the most incredible scent. It was that of her mate, and she couldn't explain how she felt. His fragrance was so strong that it filled the hall, and she couldn't help but scan the place until her eyes landed on him.

He was smiling at the altar; this was the first time Carly had seen him in a better view. He had a sharp jawline, muscles irritatingly cool, and his deep blue eyes were so magical. However, at the same time, they looked darkened like charcoal.

At that moment, she couldn't see anyone else in the room. There were no other guests, only the elders who would officiate their union standing at the platform alongside her mate.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" Alpha Terry hissed, still maintaining his fake smile as he pushed Carly forward. A growl escaped from Alpha Michael indicating that he had witnessed Alpha Terry's mistreatment of Carly.

She turned to steal a glance at Alpha Terry whose face had gone pale. He bowed his head in apology and quickly made his way to his seat.

---

The hall was filled with anticipation as Carly took her place next to her mate. She tried to steady her breathing, feeling the weight of every gaze upon her. The elders began the ritual, Just as the ceremony was reaching its peak, the doors burst open. A figure, cloaked in shadows, strode into the room. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the intruder removed his hood.

"Liam," Carly whispered, her heart palpitated.

"Enough of this farce," Liam declared, his voice strong and defiant. "Alpha Terry, your tyranny ends now."

Chaos erupted as Alpha Terry lunged at Liam, but Liam was ready. He moved with the agility of a trained fighter, dodging Terry's attacks and striking back with precision.

"Stop him!" Alpha Terry screamed, but the crowd was frozen in shock.

Carly seized the moment. She ran towards Liam, her eyes filled with determination. "I'm with you," she said, her voice being steady.

Liam nodded, handing her a dagger. "We fight together."