REJECT ME ALPHA

Name: REJECT ME ALPHA
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Merry james1

Werewolf | Ongoing

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He claimed her to secure his throne. She accepted to survive. But no one expected the cursed wolf to be the key to an ancient prophecy. Penelope was nothing but an orphaned wolf without a beast, a mistake left to rot beneath the Moon-Crown Pack. But when the ruthless Alpha Klaus claims her as his mate, everything changes. He doesn't want her heart but her bloodline to seize his father's throne. When his cruelty becomes too much, Penelope escapes with a secret that could destroy him. Alone and hunted, she discovers a truth buried for a thousand years: she is the Lycan Queen Reborn, destined to unite werewolves, vampires, and witches against an ancient evil. But as her power grows, so does the danger, and three powerful men will fight for her heart. Will she rise as a queen... or be broken by the very mate who swore to protect her?

Love triangle Curse Attractive Alpha Killer Noble Werewolf Second chance Queen Vampire

Chapter 5 THE CONFESSION

06-24 19:07

Chapter 1 BORN TO BLEED

Penelope's pov

I stood motionless, my eyes locked on the shattered fragments of the mirror before me. The cracks webbed out like veins across its dusty surface, distorting my reflection into broken pieces, just like me. Around me, the damp, musty air of the cellar clung to my skin. Mold crept along the stone walls, and the faint stench of rot never truly faded, no matter how many times I tried to scrub it away.

This place, this dark, miserable hole in the ground, wasn't just my room. It was my prison. A constant reminder that I didn't belong.

They called it the servant quarters, but even that would have been a blessing. I had seen where the servants slept; small but decent rooms with actual beds and sunlight. What I had was a dungeon, a place no child, let alone the Alpha's daughter, should ever be forced to live in.

Except, I wasn't really his daughter, not in the way it mattered.

I had been adopted by Alpha Atlas, the proud, iron-hearted leader of the Crimson Fang Pack after I was discovered abandoned near the Moon-Crown Pack's borders, swaddled in a soaked blanket beside a stream. The one who found me said I wasn't crying. Just... staring silently at it, like I already knew I wasn't meant to be wanted.

They said all sorts of things even till date.

"Only a cursed child is left behind."

"She's not one of us. She's a bad omen."

"She'll bring ruin to this pack."

They never saw me as a helpless orphan in need of love. They saw me as a threat, a stain. A dark mark on the pack's otherwise spotless pride.

And so they shoved me into this cellar where I've grown up. They clothed me in rags and handed me chores.

Alpha Atlas, the man who was supposed to be my father, cared not a bit about me.

Every time he looked at me, I saw the pure disgust in his eyes, like I was something he had stepped in. An inconvenience and error. I often wondered why he even took me in. Maybe guilt? A sense of duty to the Moon Goddess? Or was it all just to parade his so-called "kindness" before the pack while making my life hell?

And then there was Amira, Alpha Atlas biological daughter.

My supposed "sister."

She was everything I wasn't; golden, adored and powerful. Her wolf had awakened at sixteen. A magnificent silver beast that everyone praised. The pride of our pack. Of course, she made sure to remind me every chance she got that I was beneath her and that I didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as her.

I was seventeen. Seventeen and still couldn't shift. Not even a hint of fur or a single whisper from the wolf inside me. It was as if she didn't exist. As if I didn't exist.

The other girls my age boasted about their first transformations, about how freeing it was to run through the woods under the moonlight. I had never run, howled or felt the pull of the pack bond in my bones.

And Amira reveled in that. She mocked me and laughed at me. Called me a "half-breed mutt." She wanted to see me break, to fall so she could watch and smile. To her, I was a game and target, but I'm tired of being hunted.

Soon, In two weeks, I'll turn eighteen.

That's when most wolves find their fated mates. When everything is supposed to change, but for me, there was nothing to look forward to; No wolf, no mate and no future.

Only more pain, I didn't want to wait, I'm tired of waiting and hoping.

I reached beneath my thin mattress and pulled out the silver dagger I had stolen from Alpha Atlas's weapons chest. I'd hidden it for days, waiting for my free time.

Now, as the blade caught the dim light of the cellar, it gleamed like a promise.

My hand trembled slightly as I gripped the hilt tighter. I raised it slowly, angling the tip toward my chest.

"I need to end this," I whispered to myself, voice cracking. "Once and for all."

Tears gathered in my eyes but didn't fall. I was used to holding them back. Pain was the only thing I had learned to be strong in.

"My existence is nothing but pain. Nothing but a curse. They're right, I don't belong here, I never have and I never will."

I stared at the dagger, imagining the pain vanishing; No more taunts, no more beatings, just peace, darkness and maybe... maybe the Moon Goddess would have mercy on me in the afterlife.

"In the count of three," I whispered, inhaling deeply, eyes fluttering closed. "One..."

*Knock*

* Knock.*

I froze.

"What the fuck?" I exhaled, heart pounding as I scrambled to hide the blade beneath a pile of rags. My chest heaved with frustration.

"Really?" I muttered, storming toward the door. "When I'm finally about to do what they've always wanted... someone interrupts."

I flung the heavy wooden door open, fully expecting a scolding or another task.

The door revealed Amira.

Smirking like always, dressed in fine silks that shimmered in the low light. Her golden hair perfectly brushed. She looked like the goddess she believed she was.

I didn't say a word. I didn't give her the satisfaction. I just turned my back to her and walked back toward the broken mirror.

Let her talk and gloat, I no longer had the strength to fight her, not today.

"What do you want now?" I muttered under my breath, eyes locked on the fractured girl in the glass.

She didn't respond, the room was silent, and in that silence, I realized; whatever she had come to say... it wouldn't be good.

"Hey! Penelope, how dare you walk out on me?" Amira snapped, her voice slicing through the damp air like a whip.

She stepped inside without waiting for permission, like she always did; entitled and arrogant. She paused just long enough to wrinkle her perfect nose in disgust and wave a silk handkerchief in front of her face. The strong perfume she wore clashed bitterly with the cellar's musty odor, and she grimaced as though simply existing in my space would poison her.