After My Beta Rejected Me, I Reclaimed My Alpha Blood

The rising sun mocked me as I stumbled toward the Silvermoon Pack's business headquarters, my body still aching from the rejection ritual. Each step was agony, the mate bond I thought we shared now a gaping wound in my chest. Luna whimpered within me, her pain mirroring my own.

"We should call Sebastian," she urged. "This humiliation—"

"Not yet," I whispered back, squaring my shoulders. I needed answers first. Needed to look Marcus in the eyes and understand why.

The gleaming glass building loomed before me, the place where I'd worked diligently for the past month. I'd secured major contracts, including—ironically—the alliance with my own family's pack. An alliance Marcus had no idea existed because of my hidden identity.

Two guards I'd greeted every morning for weeks now blocked my path at the entrance.

"You're not authorized to enter the premises," the taller one stated, not meeting my eyes.

"I work here," I said, my voice hoarse from a night of silent tears. "I need to speak with Marcus—with Beta Thompson."

"Former employees require an appointment," the second guard replied mechanically.

Former. The word sliced through me. "Since when am I—"

"Since last night's rejection," a female voice called from behind them.

I looked up to see Olivia Sterling, Marcus's personal assistant, gliding toward us. Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she assessed my disheveled appearance.

"You look terrible, Charlotte. Rejection doesn't suit you." She flicked her perfectly manicured fingers at the guards. "Let her into the lobby. I want everyone to see what happens to delusional wolves who overestimate their worth."

The guards stepped aside, and I entered what felt like a gauntlet. Betas and Deltas paused their morning routines to stare, whispers following me like shadows.

"That's her—Marcus's discarded chosen mate."

"Can you believe she thought she was his fated one?"

"Pathetic. As if Beta Thompson would settle for someone so... ordinary."

I kept my gaze forward, Luna growling beneath my skin. We were anything but ordinary. We were Alpha blood—but no one here knew that. I'd hidden it too well, and now that decision was being used to humiliate me.

Olivia circled me like a predator, her voice pitched to carry. "Marcus told me everything—how you clung to him, convinced yourself you were mates." She leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. "He was just passing time until he found someone worthy. Someone like me."

I stepped back, my Alpha instincts flaring despite my weakened state. "Where is he?"

"In a meeting. With my father." Her smile widened. "Gamma Sterling of the Crescent Moon Pack. We're discussing our union—and the true alliance that will strengthen both our packs."

The lobby spun around me as the pieces clicked into place. Marcus had used me, then discarded me for a strategic alliance with a neighboring pack's Gamma daughter.

I turned and walked out, Luna's rage building with each step.

* * *

My apartment—the small place I'd called home since arriving at Silvermoon territory—came into view as I rounded the corner. From a distance, I could already see something was wrong. A small pile of belongings sat in the street outside the building.

My belongings.

I broke into a run, reaching the heap of hastily packed boxes and bags. Clothes spilled from torn containers, books with bent pages, the few mementos I'd brought from my family home tossed carelessly onto the pavement.

Taped to the door was a formal eviction notice, Marcus's signature bold at the bottom:

*By order of Beta Marcus Thompson, all pack housing privileges are revoked effective immediately. Any remaining possessions will be disposed of by noon.*

Luna howled within me, a sound of pure fury that threatened to tear its way from my throat.

"He planned this," she snarled. "All of it. The rejection, the humiliation, replacing us with that Gamma's daughter."

I sank to my knees beside my scattered life, fingers trembling as I gathered a shattered photo frame—a picture of Sebastian and me on my last birthday. My brother, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, would destroy Marcus for this betrayal.

If he knew.

I closed my eyes, reaching for the familiar thread of our pack bond, the mind-link that connected me to my family. It had always been there, a comforting presence I'd deliberately muted during my time with Marcus.

*Sebastian?* I called through the link. *Sebastian, I need you.*

Nothing. Not even the faintest echo.

I tried again, panic rising. *Father? Anyone?*

Silence.

"He's blocked us," Luna realized with horror. "Marcus used his Beta authority to sever our pack connections."

I clutched the broken frame to my chest, a cold realization washing over me. Marcus hadn't just rejected me and thrown me out—he'd cut me off completely, isolating me from my family, my pack, my birthright.

I was alone, with no way to tell my brother what had happened, no way to reveal who I truly was.

And somewhere in the Silvermoon headquarters, Marcus Thompson was planning his future with Olivia Sterling, both of them blissfully unaware of the Alpha blood they had so carelessly discarded.