You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 001

Myra's point of view

I stood by the kitchen's counter, lids concealed with my hands placed on the rails for support. Pain coursed through my system and I fought the urge to express it out loud as my lips quivered woefully.

"I don't have to come back here and still meet you there, Myra." With resentment, she laid the warning while she departed the kitchen and left me to my misery.

I was suppose to join the other maids in serving the hosted guests at the event hall tonight for Alpha Logan's coronation as an official Alpha for the Crystal Moon Pack. The pack where I scouted as no one but a filthy omega, and a slave to the Alpha family, but I stayed back because my weakened condition demanded strongly for food and I couldn't deny. I was so hungry I could barely keep myself controlled.

I'd manage to stash away some meal prepared for the function earlier, and was going to eat it after everyone left to satisfy the screaming worms in my stomach.

They left immediately after the event began, and I dredged out the food kept away to treat myself to some healthy meal for the past three days.

Today was my 18th birthday, and the least I can do for myself is eat something good, hence the stolen meal.

The Luna came in just after I began eating, call it bad-luck or luck itself wants nothing to do with me.

She reprimanded my sneaky ways and sentenced me to another thon of starvation. I.e, no food through this week till the next one. Never to touch or have the leftovers I normally have for the next five days inclusive.

I mean if they wanted to kill me, slashing their claws across my throat would honestly do the trick, why make me suffer?!

I have no idea why her family hates me so much, or why everyone in this pack loathes my existence.

Was it my fault I was born an omega, or is being an omega just a bad forbidden thing?

It wasn't a rhetorical question, but I couldn't ask it out loud.

Perhaps it has to do with my background cause I wasn't born here, I was a rogue who came in a desperate need for accommodation. Maybe that topped their list of reasons to hate me. She's not one of theirs, so she doesn't deserve to be liked and accepted as one of them.

But then, I was a kid when they did, a ten years old with no father or mother and was hunted down for either food or something worse by those big black and scary wolves that tried to make me their dinner.

I remember how I ran with my little paws, and was lucky to make it to the Crystal Moon Pack alive. There I was protected from them and taken in as a slave at that young age. My life has been hell ever since then, and that night was the last night I knew about the word peace.

Not only was I tormented and abused by the Alpha and his Luna themselves, their son and daughter despised my wholesome and the same goes for the rest of the pack.

Though I will never know their reason or what I did to them to deserve such hatred. I mean I never once murdered their loved ones, nor did I steal them. It's a mystery, their hatred would always be and remain a mystery to me.

They saved me only to hate me.

The thought of running away crossed my mind multiple times, but was buried the moment I recalled on how I arrive here at this hellhole in the first place.

What if those scary wolves return, and this time they'll make sure I don't escape the fate they had in store for me. I couldn't risk it, at all.

The Luna not only sentenced me to five days starvation, but also gave me a sounding slap for stealing her food.

I sniffed and pushed back whatever tears that wanted to streak through my orbs. I won't allow that.

'They may break me physically, but emotionally and mentally; they have nothing on me.' I recited my vow, and the cold statement had me voiding all the emotions troubling me on the inside.

I marched into motion, also leaving the kitchen and heading straight to the hall to join other maids in serving the invited guests.

I got there in no time, and the head maid at the sight of my presence casted me a disgusted gaze; she was the beta's wife, and contributed with the hatred harbored for my existence, her and her family.

Basically everyone in this pack hated me, even the little innocent kids.

'Except me," My wolf jolted in my thoughts.

I know the response was to make me feel better, but she wasn't from or part of this pack and is rather a part of me- so even if she does hate me, it counts in a different way.

It'd mean everyone hates me, and even I would be forced to hate myself. My parents hated me so much they left me alone to battle this cruel world alone, my wolf will then regret getting paired up with such a loser and ill-fated being like me, and everyone still unable to just bear my existence. I might actually end it.

But I do not hate myself, and my wolf doesn't regret sharing a life force with me.

I have hope, something that stems a deep strength within me. I believe all is going to one day change, that my time for joy will come, and when it does- I will be damn sure to enjoy it to the fullest.

For now, I will keep on enduring all that is thrown my way, because I'm relentless as well as resilient.

"What are you doing here?" The tone of her voice matched the irritation poured on her face as she grilled on my appearance.

"The Luna asked me to be here, Incase there is anything here I can help with." I responded, keeping my head high to match her cold gaze.

I kept my face neutral, masked the icy feeling that comes with people's extreme antipathy towards me.

I have learnt not to care, caring would means getting affected, and getting affected would attack and mess with my mental health. The meanings to my vow.

I'm already dealing with it physically, I don't have to go through it again mentally or emotionally.

She grimaced at my statement, "Perhaps we do, the new Alpha needs someone to tidy up his messy room. You should go tend to that," she relayed, eyes giving away her mischievousness.

She knew how much the Alpha's son getting coronated into being the new Alpha today hates me.

He hated weakness and who I am is the epitome of that, he saw himself as more than a future Alpha, he saw himself as this strong powerful man framed with prestige.

Conceited and pompous, he's one jerk I avoid dealing with at all costs. He's a damned asshole.

While around him, I must not breathe the same air as him, and no matter what he mustn't see my face.

Albeit I do my best to avoid him all the time, but I'm a slave to his awful family and I can't do it forever. I've managed to stay out of his path for days now, at a point I knew it was going to end.

He is the most brutal and abusive of them all, always breaking my bones by tripping me over at any given chance, then giving me one of his strongest slaps for tripping on his shoe. I hate him with every ounce of my being.

It was an order from the head-maid, and I couldn't oppose it. There's no good that'll be do me, and she purposely sent me to him.

I heaved a deep sigh, having no option than to oblige to her instruction as I stepped back in motion and marched out of her presence, I strolled straight to Logan's chamber in the Pack house.

I was close to ascending the few more steps on my path when my nose caught on an anonymous scent.

I halted on my tracks as the contiguous smell breached my olfactory nerves. It scented heavenly and so good, my reality shackled as the rich, earthly smell of sandalwood filled me up without my permission.

My mate is here. Around here somewhere. My wolf spun inside of me, wilding out at the attractive scent of our mate.

As I approached Logan's room, the unfamiliar whiff thickened and my heart thumped. Oh Goddess, this better not be what I'm thinking.

My wolf kept jumping around inside my head, obviously in celebration that our mate is here.

I got to his door, and I was instantly overwhelmed by my mate's scent. The door opened before I could even place a knock.

My eyes coming in contact with his sharp euphoric ones, dazzling with sparks as they stared directly back at me.

"Mate?"

"Mate?" The both of us called out at the same time, equally shocked by the party the moon goddess paired for us to be bonded with for life.

Author's note: I'd like to welcome you readers to my fictional world specially created and crafted for the future of Myra x Logan x Lucas. The few things I'd like to relay here is that I'm not an experienced writer and rather a vast learning one. That's to say you shouldn't expect a perfectly written piece but a well readable piece from me, I apologize for that and in no time you'd enjoy the absolute perfection.

English is not my first language, so bear with me in any way you can.

Thank you so much and welcome to a fun ride.

Chapter 002

Myra's POV

Either the moon goddess was drunk or she made an error while working the fate of werewolves and their partner.

I sniffed harder, to make sure the earthly strong scent of sandalwood came from him and I almost moaned at the delight as the smell wafted back into my nose.

"How can I be mated to you?" He questioned with irritation, eyeing me from the top of my head straight down to my toes, disappointment etched above his expression.

At that moment, the same question spun within me, and only then did I notice he was naked and his manhood dangled freely in front of me upright. Rock hard like a steel and all moistened.

I withdrew my gaze, not wanting to appear tasty in sight of him- albeit the thought of me taking him full sparked beneath my mind. That was going to be my first time having a dirty thought, and I blame it on the mate bond.

For a dick that he is, he sure held the reputation below.

My eyes racked up his body, to assess his manly physique that brought a silent gasp through my lips.

For a cruel monster with no heart, he certainly has the face capable of being the devil, and a body perfectly sculpted for his sadistic tendencies.

He was ripped and he knew it, all muscled up with the abs, and broad shoulders. All the way down to his rigid thighs, long strong legs that blessed him the height over six foot and two inches.

Okay, was it the mate bond or exactly why am I finding a monster like him so damn attractive. He's so fine, my goddess! I've never seen him in this light before nor inspected his appearance. Again I blame it on the mate bond.

A snapped from my senses, I averted my scrutinizing gaze away to look him up in the eyes with my head tipped forward.

"That's a question for fate, not me." After much silence, my response leaked out. His eyes grating me all over.

He was also checking me out as I was doing to him seconds ago, and something punched within me to sprinkle some hurt after witnessing his disgusted face as the result expression of checking me out. I may not know how I look or what I look like, but I'm sure it's not that bad.

"Get out!" His head whirled behind, laying the order out to whoever was inside the room with him giving him a good time before fate procured itself.

"But Alpha, you're not yet dress and-"

"Get out!" His voice resounded with more pitch, the shuffling steps of the female rattled past him and me next in a hurry, before I could even know who she was.

From her response, I already deduced her to be the maid in charge of dressing him up. Yet she was doing something else entirely, while the ongoing function was in his name. In fact was for him.

I took him for an asshole, never for a man whore. Or what would you term a man getting sexual with a maid sent to dress him up?

And doesn't he have a girlfriend. The bitch said to be studying in the city, she was the beta's first daughter and a close friend of Logan's.

Both of them were so close then until she left for the city to go study, rumors around the pack has me believing they were dating. A lot then speculated about their relationship, that it was more than a friendship and it does seems like it.

He was now alone with me, gaze buried into each other.

I wouldn't dare to match his gaze if it wasn't for the situation. His hand would have circled my neck and have my respiration restricted.

"I can't be mated to you. Eww." Irritation washed over his tongue, his face reflecting the feeling out to me.

I could bother less about his hatred. I almost rolled my eyes at him. "Well you are, so how does the rejection work? Let's get on with it," I told him, letting him know through my statement that he wasn't and will never be my choice too.

If the world was rid of werewolves and left with the both of us mated, I will happily die mateless and alone than be mated with him or a clone of him.

His eyes blazed, anger rushing through them. Only then did I realize I have been breaking his rules, his electric blue eyes captured mine in a daze, and sassiness peeked through mine.

"Get your eyes off me!" His gruff voice rebuked, and it took every ounce of my soul to stand my muscles down from rolling my eyes at him again.

"The situation at hand requires eye contact, so lay low on the bloody rule, Alpha- jerk," The words came out brazened, making sure to mouth the added title.

"What did you just call me?" His brows furrowed, his gaze slightly squinted, baiting for me to repeat myself or sank with rendition.

"Are you going to reject me or I have to spend the next few minutes with you naked? If I will, then I'll need a blindfold." I changed the subject totally, speaking back around to the situation.

His hand shot forward at the heard of my sentence to circle my neck as he strangled gently at first. I looked at him nearly fazed.

"You will address me with respect!" He warned in a stern voice, raising his face at me as he shot me a cocky glare, his aura becoming intimidating with his stupid Alpha-ness.

Oh how much I pity this useless pack for coronating this idiot into becoming their leader, well I wish he leads them to their doom.

My breathing hitched, is hand tightening around my neck. "Do you understand?" He whirled for my attention, but I mask my pain with a stoic glance.

"If you kill me now, chances are you'll die with me. So are you going to shatter the stupid bond first or accept it? Pick one and let's know if you're going to later kill me," I told him amidst my choking pain, his hand dropped off my neck at once, something flashed through his eyes before I could get a grasp.

"You don't even want me,"he said the obvious, earning the award for figuring that out sooner.

He's a big fool if he thinks I'd want anything to do with him, like some bond is just gonna sweep in and swirl all my hatred away for him and make me forget all he has done to me. A big fool.

"It's mutual. Now it's only classy for you to do honor, or I would have." I shrugged at his sudden solemnity.

"I loathe your presence, stop talking," he sentenced in a deep weary tone. And I wonder what got into his nerve, yikes he looks bothered as heck.

"I, Alpha Logan of the Crystal Moon Pack rejects you, Myra. A very useless and worthless omega to ever be my mate, and my future Luna," he spewed with primal disgust, eyes void of any regret as the statement came into utterance.

"And I, Myra De Vries accepts your rejection," I followed the recitement. His beautiful scent draining off my nostrils.

The brewing bond shattered and I felt no pain, however I couldn't say the same for him when he held his heart, hurt visibly flashing through his eyes.

He staggered backwards and shock morphed on my expression.

"Get out!" He yelled at me the moment he noticed me witnessing his painful moment.

If he's feeling pain out of the rejection, that could only mean one thing. He wanted the bond, he was attracted to it. Yet he rejected it.

"Get out!" His voice came yelling once again, and I had to succumb.

The question, however, remains. Alpha Logan was attracted to me after all?

Chapter 003

Myra's POV

I couldn't help the curiosity that dousing my mind about Logan's state at the moment. The rejection affected him, I knew it because I'd caught a glimpse before he chased me out.

The hurt that flashed through his eyes as he held his heart. And there was only one explanation as to why he was affected, that is he harbored affection that differs greatly from hatred for me.

I'd thought he'd hated me all his life, that the mere pitch of my existence pissed him off so much and deep into the core, I never thought he liked me in a way he shouldn't.

I'm sure he doesn't want me to witness more of that distress was why he sent me away. Still why would he reject me if that wasn't what he want? It's confusing and doesn't make any sense.

Not like I'm willing to accept the bond if he hadn't rejected it, still he'd look better on the floor groveling for my acceptance that I'll never give him.

I made my way back to the hall, hiding away from the beta's wife or any of the maids and just sat by a corner to watch everything unfolds.

I soon heard voices from behind me, they were coming close so I sprang up before they learnt of my presence the corner, luckily a room was around so I dashed inside.

Their voices got closer and audible enough for my ears to make out their words.

"Yes, I heard he honored his invitation and would be coming," a familiar voice, that certainly belonged to a maid mouthed the gossip so loud I could hear from where I hid myself away.

"I wonder what he looks like. I can't believe it, we're going to meet The Alpha King for the very first time tonight. Are you not as excited as I am?" The other party engaged in the conversation with her responded, glee painted her words all over.

Oh wow, the Alpha King is invited. That's interesting. But why is she rejoicing when she should be shitting her pants? Or is she deaf to the news that coated the Alpha King's image?

I scoffed from where I stood, two sides about the information. There are a lot of flying rumors about the Alpha King.

The bad ones were more known and viral than the good ones. He was rumored to be a beast, an inhumane creature who enjoys the feel of pain on others, a sadistic man with no sense of happiness or peace.

He was rumored ruthless, bad, heartless, and a cold hearted man who annihilated a full pack because they wouldn't bow to him. A lot of horrible talks about him.

The good ones weren't about his personality or who he is, people said he was blessed with a face sculpted by the gods themselves, body molded and structured in the most perfect shape and way. Basically, the good rumors surrounded his good looks.

I'm not into looks. Logan is a prime example of that, I don't know where his beauty stands in comparison with the Alpha King, but he was still a mouth watering sight to behold.

His defined face wasn't to belittle, or those round beautiful eyes of his. Just that I wasn't fazed by any of his features, not in the least.

This had me not in the league of those fanning over the Alpha King alleged stunning beauty. I honestly could care less. There are far things I need to worry about than the visit of the Alpha King.

I wonder how Logan is going to treat me now that we're ex mates, would he worsen his ways or remain the same?

The girls earlier are surely gone, they were best friends and of course my enemies. They also hated me, and they've worked in cohort many times with the beta's daughter to give me one of the hardest days.

I remember the night I was locked in a toilet because I spouted a comeback that made them rethink their life purpose, their punishment was locking me in a toilet to spend the night.

Pathetic little bitches.

I opened the door and let myself out of the room, I took back the seat at the corner on the floor and heaved a deep sigh. This is so peaceful.

'Logan is in pain," My wolf's voice rang into my head, bringing my attention to the obvious.

"And I lack a fuck to give. He rejected us, why should we care?" I responded.

"And what are you doing here?" The annoying voice of the Luna asked. I can tell she's already fuming. Goddess what's with this witch and appearing whenever I'm feeling the slightest bit of peace? Gosh!

A hand latched on my hair as I was dragged out of the corner and pushed out to fall on the tiled floor.

My elbow graced the floor and knees knocked the surface, the unpleasant sensation kicked through my body in a quick pace.

I groaned as I rose on my feet and assumed a straight stance in front of her with my head bowed. "Nothing, Luna. I did went to the hall per your instructions, but I was sent to go clean up Alpha Logan's room and he asked me to come back later because he was dressing up. I left his room not too long ago," I briefed her a little explanation, keeping my voice soft and polite.

"And so the few minutes you had for free you wanted to spend it resting right?" She queried, literally picking an offense with me simply breathing. How problematic can a hater get? She's an answer.

"There was nothing to do, Mrs Smith made it clear I wasn't needed at the-"

The crisp sound of a slap had my mouth hung opened and wide as my jaw twitched with pain, my palm pull up instantly to rub against my cheek that felt hot and heated.

My jaw glued to the floor, while my eyes found hers and witnessed the cold hatred flaming out through her orbs.

"If there is nothing for you to do find something, I don't want you sitting around this pack jobless and foolish. The next time I find you anywhere sitting idly by and doing nothing, you'll get more than a slap and literally regret the day you walked into pack for safety and not into the stupid stomachs of those hunting you for dinner. Ungrateful brat!" Her words pierced me like a needle on a stingy surface, it stung deeper and harsher than a bee defending it hive from getting violated. She eyed me with disgust, hissed at me and walked off.

Tears gathered beneath my eyes, threatening to spill but I just wouldn't allow it.

I promise myself that I won't let them break me and they won't. Her slap doesn't hurt, none of their treatment hurts, but I couldn't help myself from hurting at the impact of her words.

I sniffed, dragging my feet into motion as I walk my way back to the hall.

Mrs Smith, the beta's wife was quick to catch my presence. "What are you doing here? Are you not suppose to be with the Alpha?" Her brows drew up into a questioning line, mouth remaining parted as she anticipated my response.

"He asked me to come back later. So I'm back here Incase there is anything else I can help you with," I stated in a solemn tone. I made sure I hid any signs that would give out my distress and frustration so they wouldn't take notice.

"Well, you can help with the servings. Go on into the hall, check out which table we're yet to serve, note down the numbers and report back to me," She laid down instructions, then returned her attention back to what she was doing.

I went away from her and straight into the hall to see the event has officially began. Some of the pack members were giving performance to the audience and it was just a horrible sight to behold z

As I stepped into the hall, Logan also walked in from the entrance up at the stage. Now fully dressed in his ancient clothes attire, his body fitted too well into the creamy vest with straps that had my gaze on him longer than it should be.

He fully bodied the medieval dressing, and I have no idea what got into me to began staring at him, taking notice of his beauty and slowly becoming enticed.

His eyes roamed around the hall, a bit absurd that they locate mine instantly and he kept our gazes locked as though we were communicating mentally.

Through the contact, psychic messages were sent. I could feel his message, his eyes held regret and that he passed to me. But mine held nothing but my hatred for him.

'Logan was in love with us. He didn't mean his rejection," My wolf said to me, and that clears everything up.

I broke the contact, looking away from him as I toured into the hall to carry out the bitter head maid's orders.

"Was that why he felt pain during the rejection?" I conversed with my wolf, peeping around to look for empty tables occupied with guests but yet to be served.

'Yes, I also felt it because his wolf and I made a little connection. He allowed his wolf reach out to me, to us. He loves us.'

Aww that's such a pity.

"Salome he rejected us, I don't think he do. And we're already over, there's nothing I or we can do about it again, we just have to-"

My senses rang up as the scent drifted past the atmosphere, my nose itched as the beautiful smell became more radiant.

"Can you also smell that?" I asked my wolf, to affirm that I wasn't going crazy while my nose sniffed on the vanilla mixed with rose scent.

'Yes I can, we have a second chance mate. We have a second chance mate!'

It was blissful, and I wanted more of it. Salome was right, and this time Moon Goddess better do me right by pairing me with someone better.

My eyes trailed the scent to the entrance, jaw dropping as the mysterious man walked in, huge in frame and the definition of a demigod.

His aura exudes darkness as he walks in my direction, everybody in the hall went silent with their head falling low to bow at his presence.

My gaze widened, realizing who was approaching me and who the moon goddess picked to be my second chance mate.

The Alpha King. Why! Why???!!!!!

"Mine," he got to me, a stiffened voice casting out the word while a hinged smirk touched his lip.

Yes I'm not into looks, but I wanted to faint in his arms and drown in his beauty. And Gosh, that voice!