The Lunas Last Choice

"You're nothing but an omega, Selena. Weak. Insignificant." Damian's voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. "You can never stand beside me."

The words hit Selena like a physical blow, and she froze, every muscle in her body locking into place. The bond that had once felt so strong-so undeniable-was now a chain around her heart, pulling her into the depths of despair. She had hoped for this moment for so long. She had dreamed of it. But nothing could have prepared her for this.

Her silver eyes locked onto Damian's golden gaze, searching for some flicker of remorse, some sign that this was all a cruel joke. But there was nothing. His expression was cold, detached, like she was nothing more than a passing inconvenience.

The crowd behind her remained silent, the air thick with tension. Selena could hear the whispers, the disbelief, and the pity as they waited for something-anything-to break the tension. But all she could do was stand there, trembling under the weight of his rejection.

"You think you're strong enough to be my mate?" Damian continued, his words laced with a cruel finality. "You're not. You're just an omega. You don't belong with me."

Selena's heart shattered, but she refused to let him see the pain. She straightened, lifting her chin in defiance. No. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.

"You're wrong," she managed to say, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. "I'm stronger than you think. Stronger than you ever gave me credit for." Damian's eyes flickered, but only for a moment. "It doesn't matter. I've made my decision."

The finality of his words slammed into her chest, and before she could stop herself, tears welled up in her eyes. But she wouldn't cry. Not here, not in front of them. She spun on her heel, taking one last glance at him, hoping for some sign of regret, but he was already turning away. The connection-the bond that had once felt so warm and right-now felt like a chain around her throat.

"Selena, wait!" someone called after her, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. The pack was watching, but none of their faces mattered now. The pack, the bond, the fated mate... it all felt like a distant dream. She had been a fool to believe in it. Without another glance, she ran.

The sound of her heart beating in her ears drowned out the world as she fled deeper into the woods, away from the pack lands, away from Damian, away from the heartbreak.

She had been rejected. But that didn't mean she had to stay and let him break her.

She would find her own strength. She would become more than the girl he had discarded. She would never need him. She would never need anyone.

With each step, the distance between her and the pack grew. The once-familiar scent of the forest, now tinged with the bitter sting of rejection, pressed against her like a weight. The trees seemed to whisper as she passed, their rustling leaves mocking her in the wind. She could feel their eyes on her, even if they weren't physically watching. The pack, her pack, had witnessed her humiliation. And as much as she hated it, part of her wondered if they believed Damian was right. Maybe she wasn't enough. Maybe she had never been enough.