Serena’s POV
Michael commands as he walks up to me and holds up my chin so I am looking directly at him.
What I see in his eyes lets me know it is time to give up. I was holding up hope that maybe something, anything would make him change his mind but I was wrong. There’s nothing but rage and anger and disgust. It’s much more than my inability to shift. It’s something else and what hurts most is that I don’t know what it is.
As I say the words, absolute glee appears on his face as he realizes that he has broken me just cements what I saw. I am nothing to him. It’s over, finished.
“I, Serena Infirma,” I choke on my surname because even that portrays who I am. Weak, useless, pathetic. That’s the name they gave me when they found me abandoned as a baby at the pack border. I was so weak that they thought I wouldn’t survive my first year.
Weakness is a taboo amongst wolves. You cannot show yourself as anything but strong, competent, useful. Anything other than that gives others the room to dominate you. That’s the reason I have always been treated like a joke all my life.
Michael shifts his hand from my chin and goes to pull on my hair as I cry out in pain again.
“Be quick about it. Don’t waste my time.”
I, I Serena Infirma accept your rejection as your mate and r-renounce my position as the Luna of the Black Moon Pack. There, I said it, now please let me go.” I whimper out.
He yanks on my head harder. “Hold on, I’m not finished with you yet.”
“What more do you want?” I whisper brokenly as tears well up in my eyes from the pain.
At that moment, he orders the pack seer to come forward and she performs the rites to unbind us as mates and she declares . “You are no longer mates in the eyes of the moon goddess. Nothing binds you. This shall be a sign that you are cast out, unwanted.”
She takes out a blazing poker with the words ‘outcast’ inscribed on it and hands it over to Michael who instructs makes the wolves holding me hold out my wrist. He grins maniacally slow as realization dawns on me. No, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t.
“W-what are you doing? Please don’t. You don’t have to do this.” I turn to Dom. “ You can’t let him do this. Please help me!”
Dom goes to stand in front of me, shielding me from Michael’s view. “Alpha, is this really necessary? You already-“
Michael growls low, his wolf taking over. “Shut up and get out of my way. Or are you questioning your Alpha? You will hold out her hand and that’s an order.” He commands with his Alpha tone.
Dom tries to fight the command but can’t. He manages to grit out before going to take my hand from the wolves holding me down. “You’re making a mistake Alpha.”
Michael just narrows his eyes and repeats the order. “Hold. Out. Her. Arm. Now.”
As Michael comes closer with the blazing brand in his hands, I begin to struggle, trying to get away from the grip.
“Shhhh! Don’t move. It’ll be over soon. I’m so sorry Siri.” He whispers my childhood nickname with regret in his eyes, breaking my heart in two.
As Michael places the hot brand on my flesh, his eyes light up with delight as my howl of agony rings out in the dark, the sound causing birds around to take flight.
After he is done he puts the brand away and his next words are the nail in the coffin that finally wreck me completely.
“I, Alpha Michael reject you and banish you from the Black Moon Pack. Leave and never come back.”
“Alpha, don’t.” Beta Dom tries to stop him but the words have already been said. It wasn’t enough that he rejected me as his mate, he had to banish me from the pack with no means of protection in this sorry state. What kind of sick bastard does this?
Michael instructs the guards to drag me to the outskirts of the pack boundary and when I am tossed out, left to die, an injured, wounded Omega without the protection of a pack’s boundary and I lie on there on the forest floor beaten, broken and utterly destroyed until I finally surrender to the cold embrace of darkness.
Nicholae Lykon’s POV I hate patrolling. Trust me, I know how important it is to do so and the necessity of it but in the past 500 years of my life, I have basically seen it all. No, it’s the endless waiting that pisses me off. I have been waiting for so many things for so long I basically wrote the book on patience. Being the Alpha of the most powerful pack on the continent, I could easily assign the task to someone else but something has been bothering me recently. We got a report on one of the packs in California who were under suspicious of practicing witchcraft and trafficking in young werewolves and the High Council requested that my pack investigate. Normally I would have ignored the request from those pompous assholes since I wasn’t fucking answerable to them but something about the pack called to me and more importantly, intrigued my wolf. Something that hasn’t happens in decades. I call for Logan, my Beta’s attention through the pack’s mind link. “Something is
Nicholae Lykon’s POV “What is it Orion?” I ask. He doesn’t respond and whines low instead. He comes through a clearing and then I begin to smell something familiar. A scent I haven’t encountered in centuries but would never forget. A scent that has tortured me for centuries. The smell of Moonflower and Lavender. But something is different there’s a hint of jasmine too, something that was not part of her scent before but more importantly is the scent of blood that coming from her. No, it can’t be. It isn’t possible. We had lost all hope. And then I see her. A small female form with pale hair is lying on the forest floor. She doesn’t seem bigger than a teenager . Her back is turned so I can’t see her face but the moonlight streams through the forest canopy making it look like she is glowing. Her pale skin iridescent under the moon. She’s glorious, she’s gorgeous, she’s not fucking moving. Orion notices that and growls low, his panic taking over. He goes to her and sniffs her,
Serena’s POV There are moments in your life you know for sure what is happening to you. Darkness. There is nothing more numbing and reassuring than that feeling of nothingness like you are floating and all thoughts all pain, everything just seems not to exist anymore and suddenly it stops. The sound of low growling brings me back to consciousness and I feel panic spears through my body at thought that Michael might have come back to finish what he started. “I’ll kill whoever did this. Death will be a mercy.” The voice growls out with such anger that it sends a shiver down my spine and I feel relief right after when I realize the person isn’t talking about killing me. I manage opening one eye as the other is swollen shut and l feel pain radiate my entire body. A figure is hovered over me, his features blurry and he is holding my head in his lap. He brushes my hair away from my face gently and whispers something I can’t hear over the ringing in my head. I must have hi
Nicholae’s POV I lift my mate up in my arms, taking care to jostle her and take off in a run as I contact Logan through the pack link. “ Logan, tell everyone to reconvene at the recon point and have the car pulled up. We’re going home.” “Alpha? What’s wrong? Did you find anything?” I ignore his questions and look down at my mate. Although she’s unconscious, she’s still whimpering from the pain. Some of her wounds should be healing by now. Why didn’t she shift to speed up the process? I shouldn’t be worrying about this right now I should be making my mate’s pain go away. I stop at a clearing and lay her down on a bed of leaves. I shift partially so that my claws come out and slice my left wrist open. An Alpha can speed up their mate’s healing process by giving them blood. I place my blooded wrist against her mouth since I can’t administer a transfusion at the moment but she’s too unconscious to swallow it down, the blood just spills out her mouth. I brush her hair away from her f
Serena’s POV “I, Alpha Michael Greyson hereby reject you as my mate and the Luna of the Black Moon Pack.” The words resonate in my head over and over again. “I reject you, reject you, reject you, reject you, reject, reject, reject…” Rejection, something that I should be familiar with. Something that I AM familiar with. After all, my parents abandoned me when I was born. Me, an omega, the one caste in our world that is the rarest and supposed to be treasured, loved, cherished. But then, I should have known that no freaking good thing ever came to me. Not one. The one thing, the one thing that was supposed to give me comfort, give me joy and grant me an escape from all the pain I’ve been going through, my mate,- I gasp out, doubling over from the pain- doesn’t even want me. When I woke up today on my eighteenth birthday, I thought today was going to be a great day, the day I found mate and finally became complete. However, I didn’t expect this. I feel numb. Everything is mu
Nicholae’s POV I lift my mate up in my arms, taking care to jostle her and take off in a run as I contact Logan through the pack link. “ Logan, tell everyone to reconvene at the recon point and have the car pulled up. We’re going home.” “Alpha? What’s wrong? Did you find anything?” I ignore his questions and look down at my mate. Although she’s unconscious, she’s still whimpering from the pain. Some of her wounds should be healing by now. Why didn’t she shift to speed up the process? I shouldn’t be worrying about this right now I should be making my mate’s pain go away. I stop at a clearing and lay her down on a bed of leaves. I shift partially so that my claws come out and slice my left wrist open. An Alpha can speed up their mate’s healing process by giving them blood. I place my blooded wrist against her mouth since I can’t administer a transfusion at the moment but she’s too unconscious to swallow it down, the blood just spills out her mouth. I brush her hair away from her f
Serena’s POV There are moments in your life you know for sure what is happening to you. Darkness. There is nothing more numbing and reassuring than that feeling of nothingness like you are floating and all thoughts all pain, everything just seems not to exist anymore and suddenly it stops. The sound of low growling brings me back to consciousness and I feel panic spears through my body at thought that Michael might have come back to finish what he started. “I’ll kill whoever did this. Death will be a mercy.” The voice growls out with such anger that it sends a shiver down my spine and I feel relief right after when I realize the person isn’t talking about killing me. I manage opening one eye as the other is swollen shut and l feel pain radiate my entire body. A figure is hovered over me, his features blurry and he is holding my head in his lap. He brushes my hair away from my face gently and whispers something I can’t hear over the ringing in my head. I must have hi
Nicholae Lykon’s POV “What is it Orion?” I ask. He doesn’t respond and whines low instead. He comes through a clearing and then I begin to smell something familiar. A scent I haven’t encountered in centuries but would never forget. A scent that has tortured me for centuries. The smell of Moonflower and Lavender. But something is different there’s a hint of jasmine too, something that was not part of her scent before but more importantly is the scent of blood that coming from her. No, it can’t be. It isn’t possible. We had lost all hope. And then I see her. A small female form with pale hair is lying on the forest floor. She doesn’t seem bigger than a teenager . Her back is turned so I can’t see her face but the moonlight streams through the forest canopy making it look like she is glowing. Her pale skin iridescent under the moon. She’s glorious, she’s gorgeous, she’s not fucking moving. Orion notices that and growls low, his panic taking over. He goes to her and sniffs her,
Nicholae Lykon’s POV I hate patrolling. Trust me, I know how important it is to do so and the necessity of it but in the past 500 years of my life, I have basically seen it all. No, it’s the endless waiting that pisses me off. I have been waiting for so many things for so long I basically wrote the book on patience. Being the Alpha of the most powerful pack on the continent, I could easily assign the task to someone else but something has been bothering me recently. We got a report on one of the packs in California who were under suspicious of practicing witchcraft and trafficking in young werewolves and the High Council requested that my pack investigate. Normally I would have ignored the request from those pompous assholes since I wasn’t fucking answerable to them but something about the pack called to me and more importantly, intrigued my wolf. Something that hasn’t happens in decades. I call for Logan, my Beta’s attention through the pack’s mind link. “Something is
Serena’s POV Michael commands as he walks up to me and holds up my chin so I am looking directly at him. What I see in his eyes lets me know it is time to give up. I was holding up hope that maybe something, anything would make him change his mind but I was wrong. There’s nothing but rage and anger and disgust. It’s much more than my inability to shift. It’s something else and what hurts most is that I don’t know what it is. As I say the words, absolute glee appears on his face as he realizes that he has broken me just cements what I saw. I am nothing to him. It’s over, finished. “I, Serena Infirma,” I choke on my surname because even that portrays who I am. Weak, useless, pathetic. That’s the name they gave me when they found me abandoned as a baby at the pack border. I was so weak that they thought I wouldn’t survive my first year. Weakness is a taboo amongst wolves. You cannot show yourself as anything but strong, competent, useful. Anything other than that gives others t
Serena’s POV “I, Alpha Michael Greyson hereby reject you as my mate and the Luna of the Black Moon Pack.” The words resonate in my head over and over again. “I reject you, reject you, reject you, reject you, reject, reject, reject…” Rejection, something that I should be familiar with. Something that I AM familiar with. After all, my parents abandoned me when I was born. Me, an omega, the one caste in our world that is the rarest and supposed to be treasured, loved, cherished. But then, I should have known that no freaking good thing ever came to me. Not one. The one thing, the one thing that was supposed to give me comfort, give me joy and grant me an escape from all the pain I’ve been going through, my mate,- I gasp out, doubling over from the pain- doesn’t even want me. When I woke up today on my eighteenth birthday, I thought today was going to be a great day, the day I found mate and finally became complete. However, I didn’t expect this. I feel numb. Everything is mu