All Chapters of Alpha Rejected Slave Omega: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Flora - POV Every year, I hoped to meet my omega wolf on my birthday. Most people meet their wolf's spirit at sixteen. So it's no surprise I was stuck doing laundry instead of advanced studies or combat training. Even though my dad was an omega, not having a wolf meant I didn't get the same opportunities. I was sick of being the pack's maid, washing dirty clothes daily. I would come home to my tiny, worn-out apartment, where I lived alone. My parents passed away when I was young, and I grew up an orphan. The wall clock glass was cracked, but it still worked. It was midnight, and now I was eighteen. At last, I was an adult. I lit a candle on a cookie - the only dessert I had. Before blowing it out, I wished for a better year and someone to love. Seeing everyone else with wolves with their families and partners, I felt so alone while I had nobody. I somehow fell asleep, even though I knew another busy day awaited me. Besides my usual laundry tasks, I also had to assist the kitchen

Flora – POV "Alpha Ryker of the Black Mist Pack," the slave trader said, his voice quivering with fear. "If you're here, this place is finished." "You've got that right," came Alpha Ryker's cold reply. As he pulled me close with one hand, he swiftly ended the life of the slave trader with the other. I could hear the distant sound of fighting. "My team will shut down this illegal operation," Alpha Ryker reassured me. As he fought the guards and people and killed them mercilessly, it was a brutal scene, and he felt engulfed in anger after he wiped the blood from his hand and face. Looking down at me, he asked, "Where do you come from, my mate?" The sight of the surrounding blood made me hesitate. "I'm... I'm a rogue. I don't have a wolf," I admitted hesitantly, my heart heavy. The idea of facing another mate, especially after the pain of my earlier rejection, was daunting. The Moon Goddess had sent me a second chance on this stormy day to save me from more problems, or Would I be in

Flora–POV I couldn't sleep all night because I was watching over Ivan. I stepped out of his room while he was still asleep. When I exited, I met Robina's worried gaze. Before entering the house, she had to go through a security check. "Let me make you some coffee. You look like you could use one," Robina offered. She walked to the kitchen to prepare the coffee. I sat down, finding it unusual to relax on a luxurious couch. I was more accustomed to sitting on the floor, especially when a high-ranking wolf took the sofa. My thoughts drifted to Ivan. What had he seen? He wasn't ready to talk about it. Ryker had come in earlier to check on Ivan, but seeing him asleep, he left to pack matters. Ryker seemed concerned. "Flora, here's your coffee and breakfast," Robina handed it to me. I sipped the coffee, noting its premium quality, far better than what I was used to. I began eating the breakfast. "On my way here, I heard Alpha Ryker found the attacker's body near our pack's territory," Ro

Note : This chapter contains a depiction of sexual assault. If this is triggering for you, please consider skipping this section. Alpha Ryker – POV – {After few hours of Flora abduction} "Where the hell is Flora?" I yelled in the room from which she had disappeared. My emotions churned, and a heavy worry weighed on my heart. Seeing my best security guards dead, I should have guessed Elton was behind this. He was next in line to become the Alpha and more than capable of overpowering our pack's soldiers. Nathan entered the bungalow, pausing at the chaotic scene. Our eyes met, filled with the same concern. "What happened?" "She's been taken," I replied, voice heavy with despair. My inner wolf, Knight, was angry at me. I'd been occupied with Ivan and the abduction attempt, which kept me away for so long. I deeply regretted it. I should've checked on Flora sooner. "Who could've done this?" Nathan questioned. "Elton," I spat out. That bastard had always sought to harm me, seducing my

Flora - POV "Where are we?" I asked, my voice laced with fear. "We're in a vortex, leading us somewhere safe. And please, call me Shirley. 'Aunty' makes me feel old," Shirley responded with a calming tone. I gave her a small smile. "If you're scared, hold my hand." She offered her wrinkled, tan hand. Gratefully, I took it. Despite our situation, she exuded calmness, while I was worried. "Thank you," I whispered. Suddenly, our descent halted. The ground beneath opened up, and I gently landed on my feet, still holding Shirley's hand. Looking around, I realized we were in an alley. "We're in the United Kingdom," Shirley informed me. "I have a place here. We can stay among trustworthy people. You'll be safe." I didn't know how to respond. I was still trying to process everything that had just occurred. I followed her quietly as she led me to a luxurious building. The security at the entrance asked Shirley for identification. She presented a card bearing a logo that matched the building