Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession

Chapter 166: I accept

The world tilted beneath my feet, or maybe it was just the weight of those devastating words. My entire body trembled, and the shaking started at my core, spreading to my fingers and toes like an uncontrollable wave.

Salana, my wolf, let out a guttural, aching howl in the far corners of my mind, a sound so raw and filled with torment that it echoed through every inch of me. The pain in her voice mirrored mine perfectly, so piercing and absolute it nearly drowned me.

Lisa, however, stood off to the side, not a single shred of sympathy flickering across her features. In fact, her face bore a satisfied smirk, the kind one might wear after winning a battle they never expected to lose.

Her eyes sparkled with cruel triumph, lips curled in amusement as if she had just won the lottery. Perhaps she had. Being declared the future Luna of the Bolarish Pack and standing as the chosen mate of Alpha Jorell was no small feat. And now, it seemed she had solidified that title by watching the rightful bond between mates shatter like glass beneath her heel. noveldrama

Jorell still stood before me, unmoved. His clenched jaw worked tightly, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He stared down at me, waiting—perhaps expecting me to accept the rejection and finally release the tension hanging between us. But I could not give him that satisfaction. Not now. Not after all that had just unfolded.

My heart might be fractured, bleeding out inside my chest, but my pride still clung to the last bits of defiance.

Even through the haze of anguish, I noticed he had called me by name. That surprised me less than I thought it would. My father had served in his pack, one of the most formidable warriors to ever wear the crest of Bolarish. Even if I was just a cleaner now, just an omega at the bottom of the chain, I carried my father’s name. It would have been more shocking if Jorell did not know it.

"Accept the rejection," he ground out, his voice rough like gravel and filled with frustration. "Let’s get this over with."

His words felt like another blow, slamming into the fragile walls of my composure. I struggled to lift myself from the cold concrete floor of the garage. My limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, but somehow I managed to rise. My heart hammered in my chest like it was trying to escape, and my vision blurred from the tears I had yet to wipe away. I opened my mouth—but not to speak the words he expected.

Without warning, without a single sound, I turned and ran. My feet moved on instinct, pounding the ground beneath me with desperate urgency. I did not know where I was running to, and I did not care. I needed to escape—to get away from Jorell, from Lisa, from the suffocating heartbreak consuming me from the inside out.

I did not stop. I ran past the outer edges of the pack house, past the stables, and into the thicker parts of the forest. The wind whipped through my hair, drying the tears on my cheeks, but I could not stop crying. My sobs turned into gasps for breath, but still, I kept going. Salana stirred again within me, her pain merging with mine until I could no longer tell whose anguish was whose.

At some point, without even realizing it, I had crossed the invisible border into the forbidden hunting grounds. This was an area reserved for the pack’s most skilled hunters, men and women who ventured deep into the thick, shadowed woods in search of game. No one came here without purpose. No one came here alone. But I had no sense of danger—only sorrow.

When my legs finally gave way, and my chest heaved for air, Salana surged forward. The shift happened so quickly I barely felt it. Silver fur erupted from my skin, bones cracked and realigned, and then I was no longer running as Tracy—I was running as Salana, the silver wolf.

Her strides were long and graceful, her paws kicking up leaves and dirt as she bounded forward, desperate to lose herself in the wilderness. But she had barely taken a few powerful leaps when it happened. The sound was sudden, a sharp crack that sliced through the air. Pain exploded through our neck as a bullet lodged deep into the flesh.

The momentum of our run sent us tumbling to the forest floor. Salana’s legs gave out beneath her, and her silver body collapsed with a sickening thud. The pain was unbearable. It pulsed out in waves, turning our limbs cold as the poison laced in the bullet spread rapidly through her bloodstream. Our breathing slowed. Our vision dimmed.

Heavy footsteps thudded across the forest floor. Someone was coming. But it no longer mattered. Life was slipping away from both of us, inch by inch. Salana receded, fading into the back of my consciousness, and I was left in my human form once again, lying in a pile of fallen leaves, blood staining the side of my neck.

The first sound I heard was a gasp—high-pitched and feminine. "A silver wolf?" the voice whispered in disbelief.

I forced my eyes open, just barely, and found myself looking up into the face of Stella, the pack’s witch. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and wonder. She knelt beside me, her eyes locked on the wound.

"The silver wolf is an omega?" she murmured to herself, the disbelief clear in her tone. Her hand hovered over my neck, careful not to press too hard, before she turned and barked an order to one of her assistants. "Go get Jorell. Now."

The assistant, a man I recognized vaguely as Steven, the hunter, took off at a sprint.

Stella turned to another assistant, a woman carrying a satchel of supplies. "Fetch me the green-rooted herbs. Quickly."

The woman darted off, leaving Stella alone with me.

I felt her place a hand over my wound, and she began to chant. Her voice was low and melodic, ancient words tumbling from her lips in rhythmic repetition. Magic filled the air, thick and pressing. I could feel it trying to mend me, to pull me back from the edge. But I no longer wanted to be pulled back. The pain in my chest had started to ease. My breathing slowed, and for the first time since the rejection, I felt... calm. I wanted to stay in that silence. To fade into a place where nothing could hurt me anymore.

When Jorell arrived, I barely noticed him at first. But then I caught a flicker of something on his face. Shock. It was there, unmistakable. It flashed across his features for the briefest moment before he shoved it away, replacing it with the same stony coldness he always wore.

"What happened to her?" he asked, voice void of feeling.

"She was running. We thought she was a deer. Steven fired before we realized what she was," Stella explained, her eyes never leaving me. "And then we saw her shift. A silver wolf."

Jorell froze. "Silver wolf?"

"Yes," Stella said, her voice firm. "The very one I told you about. The one the Moon Goddess promised would come. The one who would give you the strength to defeat the King and claim your place on the throne."

He stepped back, his face paling. "Oh dear goddess... I just messed up. I messed up big time."

He dropped to his knees beside me, panic creeping into his voice for the first time.

"What do you mean you messed up?" Stella asked, her hands still glowing with magical light as she continued to work on the wound.

"She’s my mate," Jorell confessed, voice cracking. "And I just rejected her."

Stella’s hands faltered for a split second. Her eyes shot up to meet his.

"You did what?" she asked, horror coating her words.

"I didn’t know," he insisted, running a trembling hand through his hair. "How could a silver wolf be an omega? I didn’t know. Lisa threatened to end our contract if I didn’t reject her. I thought I had no other choice."

Stella looked like she could hardly believe what she was hearing. "You rejected a silver wolf? A direct gift from the Moon Goddess? For a beta?"

"I didn’t know!" he shouted, and this time the desperation was clear. "Please, do something. Save her. I beg you."

"I can’t," Stella said, voice heavy with regret. "She isn’t trying to survive. Her spirit is giving up. But I won’t send her soul to the earth. You will have to wait. Wait for the day she is reborn, and maybe then you can earn forgiveness."

He crumpled beside me. "Please, Tracy. I am so sorry. Forgive me."

But it was already too late.

I could still hear him. I still felt the remnants of the bond tying me to him. But it would not last. I knew what I had to do. With the last breath left in my lungs, I opened my mouth and whispered, voice barely audible, "I, Tracy Belamuth, accept your rejection, Alpha Jorell Usima, and sever our bond henceforth."

And with those words, everything went silent.