Alone! Despised and Rejected. That was the way I saw myself, and that was how they all regarded me. I was the outcast of the pack, or, to put it more elegantly, an omega. The lowest rank among the wolves, the most worthless being.

"You should have just died with your parents, freak!" Mia shrieked, her voice laced with venom as she repeatedly kicked me while I lay helplessly on the ground.

"I don't understand why you're still here. Your parents were traitors!" Mike added, his eyes filled with contempt.

"You don't belong here," Jennifer sneered. "You're not one of us. You're a pathetic excuse for a werewolf."

"You're weaker than a human. You disgust me!" The insults rained down upon me, one after another. I wasn't certain for how long they pummeled my stomach, or how many times I was punched after they taunted me to get back up. The truth was, after being beaten while down, I learned a painful lesson. I grew accustomed to staying down, to enduring the blows.

"Alright, come on guys," Mistress Maggy called out from a distance, approaching us. "That's enough," she said, pulling Jennifer, her daughter, away. She stood beside the others, who watched me intently. Mistress Maggy, a short, dark-haired 45-year-old woman with a protruding belly, was in charge of all the omegas. The truth was that she detested us, and I was at the top of her list of dislikes.

"Elara..." she sighed, looking down at me. "When will you ever realize that this is not your place?"

Standing in that moment, with all eyes fixed on me, I suddenly realized that perhaps I did belong here. I harbored hope that things had finally taken a turn for the better. The moon goddess had blessed me.

Now that I gazed at him, the renowned Alpha Gale, I felt my heart skip a beat. He was my mate, my Alpha. All my suffering was about to end. I wouldn't be bullied any longer. I was the mate of an alpha. After all, the moon goddess hadn't forgotten me.

"You are my mate," Alpha Matthew repeated, his authoritative voice resounding through the vicinity, capturing the attention of even more people. It wasn't long before a crowd gathered around me. Everyone stared at me with disgust and judgment, but my eyes were solely focused on him, the incredibly handsome man who was my fated mate.

"Her?" I heard someone mutter. "It can't be."

"He has to find someone else."

"He cannot possibly be mated to her." Murmurs and voices arose from the crowd. Suddenly, alpha Gareth walked up to him, whispering something in his ear that made him look at me with indifference.

"You're an omega?" he asked, his brows furrowing. I nodded. "Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he inquired, his voice slightly raised.

"I didn't think that mattered," I answered truthfully. I watched the change in his expression. He no longer looked at me with desire or admiration. There was an ugly feeling churning in the pit of my stomach. Everyone's gaze made me feel as if the world was collapsing around me.

"Get on your knees!" he demanded, his voice soaring through the air, seeking submission from everyone present.

I could feel the tears stinging my eyes as I abruptly dropped to my knees. My mind was convinced that something dreadful was about to occur, but I still held onto a glimmer of hope. After all these years of suffering and pain, something good had finally happened.

I spotted Jennifer and Mistress Mary standing at a distance, watching. They looked at me with their usual disgust and satisfaction. But I couldn't care less. The moon goddess had given me a mate. That was all I had ever asked for.

"What's your name?" he asked, causing me to look up at him in great confusion.

"Elara Moore," I replied.

He wasted no time in coming to stand before me. I stared at the ground, bowing my head in respect and submission. The words that followed were meant to paralyze me and shatter my heart completely.

"Elara Moore, I believe that the moon goddess has made a mistake by making you my mate. I, Alpha Gale, reject you as my fated mate."

I clutched my chest, feeling the stabbing pain as celebration erupted around me. My rejection somehow made more sense to the people. I looked up at him, but he avoided my eyes and walked away with Alpha Gareth, leaving me there, on my knees, as if I meant nothing.

My heart felt as if it had shattered into a thousand pieces. I had thought Alpha Gale would save me, protect me from all the pain. But instead, he rejected me, just like everyone else. I remained on my knees, tears streaming down my face, feeling the weight of humiliation. The crowd continued to celebrate and jeer at me, and I realized that nothing had changed. I was still the omega, still worthless.

Mistress Maggy approached me, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She had always despised me, and now she reveled in my misery. "Well, well, Elara," she taunted, "Seems like even the moon goddess hates you."

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