Chased By Two Alphas

Elara's POV

“I, Rendell Blackthorn, Alpha of Frostbane Pack, will take Corrine Hawthorne, daughter of a strong Beta, as my mate and Luna.”

Those words cut deep. I just stood there, frozen, like I’d been dropped into an icy lake and left to sink. Numb. Breathless. Drowning in disbelief. I waited, hoping he'd take it back. Say it was a joke and call out my name instead. But he just locked eyes with me.

“I thought…” My voice was a bare whisper. “You would pick me…”

He didn't even blink., he just smirked, cold as ice.

“Are you kidding me?” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. His eyes cut right through me, leaving me silent and ashamed. I couldn't move or speak. I stood there, shaking, as the world spun on without me. My feet felt stuck to the ground and my heart is breaking with every beat.

“You?” His voice dripped with disgust. “You’re just some omega. Worthless and Weak. The Moon Goddess messed up.”

Then came the final blow, the words that broke me. I didn't scream or cry. I just stared, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to swallow the pain. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart. I shifted and ran.

And laughter chased after me. I'll never forget Corrine’s smug face. The pack’s whispers and cheers felt like some sick celebration. Like they all knew this was coming.

The trees flew by. My chest hurt like it was being torn open. My wolf whimpered, feeling betrayed and rejected, still tied to a bond that wasjust denied and stomped on.

The forest was rough, cold, dark, and full of my shame. Every distant howl sounded like a sad song, mourning what could have been. I ran under the moonlight, my silver-gray fur a blur between the trees, my lungs burning, my heart aching. I didn't stop. I couldn't. If I did, I'd never get up again.

Tonight was supposed to change everything. My eighteenth birthday. The night I'd find my mate. The start of something great. It was, but not how I pictured it.

I prayed to the Moon Goddess, whispered her name, begging for it to be him—Rendell. The future Alpha. The boy who once stood up for me when the pack picked on me. My quiet hero.

I still remembered that day, the way he looked at me like I mattered. No one else ever had. So, from that moment, I held on to him like he was saving my life.

I trained, I suffered, I survived. I pushed myself harder than anyone knew, just to be someone he could be for. Someone he might want. And tonight, under the full moon, the bond ignited.

When our eyes locked, I felt it. That electric pull. That wild, beautiful rush. My wolf recognized his instantly. For one perfect second, I saw something in his eyes too. But then he backed away…. His golden eyes went cold. Icy and disgusted.

Time didn’t feel real. Eventually, I collapsed in a hidden clearing, trembling and breathless. I shifted back, curling up on the cold ground, skin bare, soul stripped raw.

Why would the Moon Goddess do this to me?

Why give me hope, just to rip it away in front of everyone?

I stared at the sky, stars blurry through the tears I swore I wouldn’t cry.

“Why wasn’t I good enough?”

No answer. Just wind through the trees.

But through the heartbreak, something else sparked beneath the pain. Not just sorrow but Anger.

He felt the bond. I know he did. I saw it in his eyes before he shut it down. His wolf felt it too—restless, conflicted. But Rendell chose to reject it. To reject me. For power. For image. For Corrine.

I wiped away my tears and let out a scream—loud and broken—just to release the storm raging inside me

Tomorrow, he’ll see me again. And when I look him in the eyes, I won’t be begging. I won’t be broken. I’ll do something no omega has ever dared to do.

I’ll make him feel exactly what I felt.

By sunrise, the forest was quiet. I hadn’t slept. My body ached. But who cares? The burning inside was worse—and I didn’t want it to go away. I needed to remember it. I washed in the river before the sun fully rose, letting the freezing water numb what little was left of me. I dried off, dressed, pulled my hair back, and started walking.

Straight to the village square.

The market would be crowded by now. And that was exactly what I wanted.

Let them all see me. Rendell. Corrine. Every wolf who’d laughed or whispered or called me worthless.

The square buzzed with voices, the smell of bread and meat and herbs thick in the air. I walked right through the center, head high, steps steady.

Let them whisper.

Let them stare.

They’d find out soon enough.

And then—I saw him.

Rendell. Tall, confident, stupidly beautiful with the sun glinting off his dark hair. Corrine clung to his arm, laughing at something he wasn’t even listening to. Because his eyes—were on me.

Of course they were.

The bond still pulsed beneath our skin, even now. I felt it the moment we were close again.

His wolf was restless. I saw it in his eyes. Guilt. Conflict.

Corrine’s eyes narrowed when she spotted me. Her smile turned razor sharp.

“Well, well,” she said, sugary and smug. “Look who crawled out of the woods.” I didn’t answer. She stepped closer.

“Seriously, Elara, what were you thinking last night? That Rendell would pick you? That you could actually be Luna?” The market quieted. People turned,hey were all watching us—and for me, this was the perfect moment.

Rendell’s jaw tensed. “Corrine—”

“No,” I said, calm and clear. “Let her talk.” Corrine smirked wider, like she’d already won.

“Maybe now you’ll finally get it. The Moon Goddess let you see something you’ll never have. That was pity, not fate.” I stepped forward, locking eyes with Rendell.

“I accept nothing,” I said. “Not pity. Not silence. And definitely not a mate who rejects me.” The square fell into stunned silence. Rendell blinked, uncertain. And I looked straight at him.

“I reject you.”My voice rang through the air like a strike of lightning—sharp, final.

His eyes went wide. The bond between us snapped, violent and absolute. It hurt—so bad I nearly gasped. But I held steady. Rendell didn’t.

I saw the breath hitch in his chest. His wolf surged beneath his skin—angry, betrayed, wounded.

For the first time, Rendell Blackthorn stumbled. Corrine stared at us, her smirk gone, her face pale. Good. Let them both feel it.

Let the whole pack see what happens when you try to break someone like me. Because I’m not broken. Not anymore.