The fate of the Rejected Alpha

ONLY THE GENUINE ALPHA CAN PUT HER DOWN

The room was bathed in the light of the dancing fire on the torches. The silence reigns on the table. The only sound is the chewing of the genuine couple.

As soon as they returned to the palace, the wolves went to the dining room. Sasha was pulled out of the bag and thrown into some corner of the room, drawing the disgusted gazes of the other females of the pack.

The females, under the command of the genuine lunam, took care of the hunt, while the males went in search of the killer.

After half an hour, when the meal was released to the betas couples, Sasha opened her eyes. It takes a few seconds to get her vision focused. Her father’s figure stands out in her eyes; they widen and in her mind she curses at having been so careless. Sasha notices her naked body and feels her face blush. No one but Occisor should see her that way.

“How did you find me?” she asks as she tries to hide her nakedness with her hands, drawing everyone’s attention to herself.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find my heir’s killer?” Kratos asks, arms folded, sitting at the head of the dining table. “I hope you enjoyed your time away from here, because that will never happen again.”

The table is full of food, but for the first time, Sasha doesn’t care if they’re eating or not. The looks no longer bothered her, she already knew where her real place was. The young woman returns the looks of disgust for indifference from her mother. .

“In the forest, you were hunting,” Kratos says, watching her. “Who taught you how to hunt?”

“It’s none of your business,” she replies.

Kratos growls. After two long months of searching, he finally has her back in his hand and doesn’t intend to waste another second of his time. The genuine alpha has already chosen the male who will copulate with his offspring. Rolf, the one who devoted himself the most to the hunt for her and also because he is the traitor’s father.

If with a velut luna he was able to have such a strong and determined pup, imagine what will come of his mating with the genuine alpha’s daughter, he will surely be the strongest of the whole race! That was what Kratos’ thought a month ago. However, the smell coming from Bloodstain made him sick.

“Looks like Daddy will have to teach you manners again,” he says threateningly.

“I want you to take your manners and put them where the sun doesn’t touch,” she replies using one of Margaret’s many answers, which she has heard in the last month.

“Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”

“I don’t see anyone important.”

“After becoming a whore, she lost her sense of respect,” Kethe, the genuine lunam, says, calling Sasha’s attention.

“You who never had a sense of respect! You’re all ignorant and dare to disrespect and disobey the goddess…”

“Nonsense!,” Kratos shouts, tapping his glass on the table. “Who’s the male you gave yourself to? Whose handwriting is that on your neck?”

Although he has heard much about the dreaded Occisor Van Helsing, Kratos has never seen or smelled him.

“I’ll die before I tell you,” she says.

Sasha does not doubt the strength of her mate, but she understands the hierarchy of the strongest and the genuine is at the top; and though they were fighting over a pup that doesn’t even exist, she doesn’t want to see him hurt in any way.

“Tomorrow, you will do your duty.”

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“Shut up!” cries the genuine.

“I’m not going to bed with any male who…”

The sound of the slap echoed across the room. Sasha feels her eyes sting and her cheek burn.

“You’re just a murderer,” Kathe says slowly, spitting hatred with every word. “Killed my cub, spread shame over my pack, you’re a damned one who should never have been born!”

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t ask to be born!”

Another slap, now turning her face the other way.

“We gave you clothes, a den, food, and you just embarrass us more and more! Then you runed away, neglected your own duty and fucked a lone wolf. You’re a whore! A bitch!”

Another slap echoed across the room, leaving everyone wide-eyed. Sasha’s hand burns, her mother’s face is turned, and a few strands of hair have come loose from her ponytail.

“I won’t admit another insult,” she says firmly.

The lunae’s pack do not wait for the command, all five go to Sasha in order to protect and avenge their red-faced lunam.

Sasha smiles, now she no longer needs to fear, she knows how to defend herself and besides, she has the dominance of a genuine one; and without a second thought, she exerts such brutality on the females around her, they all fall to their knees, except for her mother, who only stares at her.

Learning to control her dominance was the most difficult part of training with Mary, it was necessary even for Occisor’s help; that for the first time her mate fell into her dominance. Selene once again showed that she is in charge. For the first time in history, a female is stronger than her mate.

The genuine betas cannot bear to see their companions suffering under the pressure of Sasha’s domination and go after the young woman. Sasha is not intimidated and increases her dominance tenfold, causing the males to fall to their knees.

Kathe just watches, as if she were in a completely different world. How did she learn to dominate? She wonders. Something inside Kathe stirred, but her brain wouldn’t accept it.

Kratos drank his last sip of wine and finally got up from the table, wiping his mouth with his forearm, putting his dominance into action. Sasha further increases her domination, but Kratos soon overtakes her. She tries to resist, but slowly falls to her knees on the ground. The dominance of the genuine alpha is much stronger than hers.

And after resisting for more than ten seconds, her body can no longer withstand the pressure and collapses to the ground. Her power over the other wolves evaporates and everyone rises. The lunaes begin to kick Sasha, opening several cuts on her skin; her screams are like songs in Kratos’ ears, and he doesn’t stop exercising his dominance, hoping to hurt her even more.

After long minutes of beating, the blows along with the pressure break Sasha’s left leg and right arm, her whole body is purple and bleeding. Kratos only stops hurting her with his dominance when she passes out.

“Stop,” he orders, making all the females turn away from her.

Kratos takes Sasha by the hair. He notices that it is now soft and clean and he doesn’t like it at all. He starts to drag her to the torture room, the stone steps deepen the bruises on her body further, making them bleed even more.

He lays her on the ground, where she had her first punishment. He goes to the table and picks up his leather gloves, goes back to the place where Sasha is and picks up the silver collar. He attaches it to the young woman’s neck, the reaction is instantaneous, the scars are reopened, the smell of burning skin is like a balm for him.

The burning makes her awake from her, and soon she screams in agony.

“You did a lot of things wrong,” Kratos says, and that makes Sasha stop screaming.

I must be strong. He will come to save me, she clings to the hope of her mate coming to rescue her.

She doesn’t want to see him hurt, but she knows he’s not feared by the pack, and if her father has never faced him before it was because he was too careful.

The pain is so much that it overflows through her eyes. The pain of her broken bones is leaving her with blurred vision again.

“You’ll spend the night like this and tomorrow Rolf will come to take you.”

Kratos leaves the room, leaving her alone. Sasha lies on the cold floor. The pain of her constantly burning skin makes her weaker and weaker. And because of the silver on her neck, she can’t turn to heal her wounds. The darkness is getting closer and closer and she accepts it willingly.

Kratos walks back to his den. His mate is already lying down, he picks up a piece of parchment and writes for Rolf to come tomorrow to his castle. He attached the piece of paper over the black crow’s leg and released it.

Tomorrow my heir will be conceived, he smiles and goes to his bed.