Amelie Conley had been called the curse of the Conley family ever since she failed to shift into her wolf upon turning sixteen.
From that moment onward, she became the target of relentless bullying in her pack.
But what hurt the most wasn't the taunts or ridicule—it was the way her own parents never truly saw her as their daughter. While her younger sister, Flora, was the pride of the family, Amelie was nothing more than a disgrace.
But none of that mattered since the day she found her mate at eighteen.
For the past four years, Alex Morgan had been her anchor, her solace in a world that never wanted her. At the moment, she was on her way to his house—not only to celebrate their anniversary but to share the most precious news of all. She was carrying his child.
That morning, when they spoke, Alex had told her he would see her in the evening, but she wanted to surprise him. The joy in her heart doubled when she found out she was pregnant, and she couldn't wait to see his reaction.
With excitement fluttering in her chest, she stepped into his house, climbing the stairs to his room. However, the moment she reached the entrance, her smile faltered.
A pair of red heels lay near the doorway.
Unease settled in her chest, a foreboding weight pressing down on her as she moved further inside. Then, she heard it—low, breathy moans coming from his bedroom.
Her stomach twisted in dread as she approached the slightly ajar door. With trembling hands, she pushed it open.
And in that instant, her entire world shattered.
"Harder, Alex! Go harder!" Flora's familiar voice gasped.
Amelie's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her—Alex, her mate, tangled in bed with none other than her younger sister.
"You feel so good," Alex groaned, his hands gripping Flora's waist as he moved against her.
Flora let out a satisfied moan. "Tell me, does Amelie make you feel this way?" she asked breathlessly.
"Not even close," Alex replied without hesitation. "She doesn't even know what pleasure is."
A cruel chuckle left Flora's lips as she ran her nails down his back. "Then why are you still with her? You'll be the next Alpha soon—you need a strong she-wolf by your side."
At that moment, a loud thud echoed through the room.
Both Alex and Flora's heads snapped toward the doorway. Amelie stood there, her face pale, her eyes brimming with tears. The cake box she had been carrying had slipped from her hands, its contents now smeared across the floor.
Alex immediately pulled away from Flora, his expression darkening. Flora, however, remained unfazed as she lazily adjusted her clothes, a smirk tugging at her lips.
A painful silence stretched between them, and then Amelie finally found her voice.
"Why?" she whispered, her voice trembling before it rose into a furious yell. "Why did you do this?"
Her hands shook as she grabbed the nearest object—a vase—and hurled it at Alex. He dodged effortlessly, his golden eyes flashing with irritation.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he bellowed.
Amelie turned her glare to Flora, her hands clenched into fists. "Did you not even feel an ounce of shame doing this to me?"
Flora only smirked, stepping beside Alex.
"Don't you dare speak to my mate like that," Alex snapped.
Amelie recoiled as if struck. His mate? Did she hear him correctly?
A bitter laugh bubbled in her throat as she pressed a trembling hand to her chest. "Your mate? I'm your mate, Alex! You marked me!"
But Alex merely stared at her, his silence confirming the worst.
Everything she had believed in, everything she had loved, had been a lie.
"Alex, we were supposed to get married next month. You even proposed to me." She held up the ring, her voice cracking this time. "Don't do this to me," she pleaded, desperate to cling to the last remnants of their bond.
"Stop it, Amelie," Flora sneered, her lips curling into a smirk. "Alex never loved you. In fact, no one ever did. You are a wolfless omega—an embarrassment to all, unwanted and undesired by everyone."
Amelie's breath hitched at the cruel words, the weight of them crushing her spirit.
"Alex will be declared Alpha of the Red River Pack tomorrow. Do you really think he would choose you as his mate? He needs someone powerful by his side." Flora flipped her hair back with pride, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "And that's me. I am Alex's chosen mate."
Amelie's fingers trembled as anger surged through her. Without thinking, she raised her hand, ready to slap Flora across the face for her cruelty. But before she could, a strong grip caught her wrist midair.
With a forceful shove, Alex sent her crashing to the floor.
A sharp pain shot through her body as she landed hard against the cold surface. Before she could recover, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her up, forcing a pained scream from her lips.
"How dare a filth like you raise a hand against Flora?" he growled, his grip tightening on my hair. His eyes burned with fury, but there was no trace of guilt—only loathing.
Her chest heaved, her vision blurring with unshed tears. How did it come to this?
"She's right." His voice was like a death sentence. "Flora is my chosen mate. She will be my Luna."
Amelie's heart shattered at his words. She had already known the truth, but hearing it spoken aloud sent searing pain through her soul.
Flora beamed at Alex's declaration, her smile stretching wide. Then, she spoke the words Amelie dreaded the most.
"Reject her, Alex."
A chill ran down Amelie's spine. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, panic rising like a storm inside her.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "Please, don't—"
But it was too late.
Alex's grip loosened as he straightened himself.
"I, Alex Morgan, the next Alpha of the Red River Pack, reject you, Amelie Conley, as my mate."
Tears spilled down her cheeks as her lips trembled. With a heavy heart, she forced the words past her throat, sealing her fate.
"I... Amelie Conley... accept your rejection, Alex Morgan."
The moment the words left her lips, a searing pain tore through her body.
She screamed as the mark on her neck disappeared, clutching her chest as agony coursed through every nerve. For a wolf, rejection was a near-death experience. But for Amelie—who was already wolf-less and broken—it felt like her very soul was being torn apart.
As she lay trembling on the cold floor, betrayed and discarded by the one she had given her heart to, she saw them laughing at her misery.
"You don't belong here, Amelie," Alex spat, his voice filled with disgust. "Remember, you are a curse—not only to the Conley family but to the Red River Pack as well. Did you really think a weakling like you could ever stand beside me? Never. So just disappear from my sight and leave this pack."
His brutal words cut through her like a dagger piercing her heart, but those words also opened her eyes.
This pack had never accepted her. Her own family loathed and the man whom she thought was her mate, betrayed her, rejected her.
It was time to leave.
For her baby, she needed a better place—somewhere filled with love and respect.
With the last bit of strength left in her, Amelie forced herself to her feet. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, turned on her heel, and walked away without another word, determined to go as far as she could from the place that had never been her home.
As she stepped out of the mansion, she heard a voice.
"Alex has ordered to kill Amelie!"
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