The Rejected Mate-Jessie

The Rejected Mate-Jessie

Amelia Reid

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Life for Jessie Miller really couldn't get much worse: being born an Omega, tormented relentlessly by her half-sister, and rejected by her Alpha mate. Up until this point in life, she had lost hope. But fate still did have some pretty big plans laid out for her. When her second-chance mate, the mighty and protective Alpha Lucas, claimed her as his own, Jessie's journey from being rejected to reclaimed began. But it seemed like her past would follow her everywhere. But when the betrayal of her first mate, her sister's relentless cruelty, and the rising tension between rival packs sends Jessie down a dark and perilous road of revenge, little seems to be left for a second-chance mate. Where will this take her? Back to strength and love, or again into the depths of her past?

Chapter 1 The Silent Agony of Jessie Miller

Jessie Miller stood in the shadows of the grand hall, her hands shaking with rage as she watched her half-sister, Vanessa, lapping up all the attention of the pack. Their father, Alpha Miller, had always made it clear that Vanessa was his treasured daughter, born to his favorite mate, while Jessie was the forgotten one, a blemish on the family name. Her mother had died when she was young, after which she was left at the mercy of the pack that hated her for things she had no control over.

Day by day, their scoffs weighed upon her spirit, but nothing hurt as much as seeing the man she thought was her fated mate, Alpha Cade, proudly standing next to Vanessa.

She'd felt it the moment Cade walked into the room-the undeniable bond pulling her toward him, the spark of recognition that he was hers. But Cade's eyes had slid over her, dismissing her as if she were nothing. It wasn't until Vanessa had taken his arm that Jessie realized the truth: Cade had chosen her half-sister. He would make Vanessa his Luna, leaving Jessie as nothing but a forgotten Omega-just like the pack had always wanted.

Every look they shared was like a knife through her chest. The mate bond wailed at her to fight-to claim what rightfully belonged to her-but with every second passing, her heart broke further, while Cade bestowed on Vanessa the admiration Jessie so desperately yearned for.

The pack was in joyful jubilation over the union, never once recognizing Jessie's silent anguish. She tried to back further away, hoping to go unnoticed to slip away, but her father's voice boomed across the hall.

"Jessie! Come here and congratulate your sister.

Her footsteps faltered, but she had little choice. The room fell silent as she drew near to the two of them, all eyes upon her. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet Cade's gaze. His cold indifference burned into her soul.

"I... I'm happy for you both," Jessie choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vanessa smirked, looping her arm through Cade's possessively. "Of course you are, little sister. After all, it's not like you were ever meant for anything more."

The sting of Vanessa's words was nothing compared to what came next. Cade leaned down to kiss Vanessa's forehead and his mark shimmered bright on her neck. His voice was low, but loud enough for Jessie to hear.

"Vanessa is my mate, my Luna. There was never anyone else."

Jessie felt the air leave her lungs as her legs gave out from under her. In those words was a rejection silent, cruel, and final. Cade had chosen. And it wasn't her.

She felt tears prick at her eyes as she stumbled away, their laughter still echoing in her ears. The bond that had warmed and promised now twisted inside her, tearing with every breath.

She fled the hall, the pack, and out into the dark forest that wrapped around their land. The anguish of rejection coursed through her veins, sending shivers of pain within her very being-heart and mind. She fell to her knees at the riverbank, clutching her chest as if that could dam the ache from coursing through her.

The days after the announcement had turned into one big continuous wave of torture for Jessie Miller. Every moment within the pack house was a punishment. Her half-sister pranced around, touting her new status as Luna-to-be, and Cade-her own mate, the Alpha-treated Jessie as if she did not exist. The pack, however, had noticed. They knew like she did: she was meant to be with Cade, but he had picked Vanessa, uncaring that he had broken their bond in utter silence.

With every step Jessie made, her feet felt heavier, the whispers getting louder.

"Why would Cade want her?"

"She's just an Omega."

"She's always been weak, even her mother was worthless."

"Vanessa's the real Alpha's daughter-beautiful, strong, everything Jessie isn't."

She tried to keep her head down, tried to avoid their stares, but the humiliation was suffocating. And her father, Alpha Miller, did nothing to defend her. He never had. Jessie had always been a constant reminder of his first mate's death and the shame he felt for her mother's legacy. Now, with Cade's public rejection, Jessie was just another burden-one he could finally dismiss.

Mornings, her workload was doubled, and no one even tried to conceal their disgust. She got the most odious jobs, scrubbing floors until her hands bled, cleaning the packhouse like some kind of servant girl. And Vanessa made every occasion to belittle her.

One evening, while serving dinner to the pack leaders, Vanessa leaned into Cade, her lips caressing his ear. "I can hardly wait until you mark me, Alpha. Then Jessie will know her place-beneath us."

Cade made a typical smirking face and laid his hand on Vanessa's thigh as though looking right through Jessie. "She's already beneath us."

The casual cruelty in his voice broke something inside Jessie. She froze, waiting for someone to rush to her defense, to say it wasn't right. Nobody did. Cade had sealed her fate.

Later that night, Jessie found herself on the pack's training grounds long after others had gone to bed. Her breath turned misty in the cold night air as she looked up into the moon, spilling tears onto her fur.

She could not take any more.

The mate bond's pull had dulled to an ache, and she knew what came next: Cade marking Vanessa in front of the whole pack, severing the bond once and for all. She couldn't bear to watch it, stand there while Cade-her mate-chose someone else.

The thought of running away lured her. She could vanish into some sort of new life, far away from here, where no one knew her shame. But how could she leave the only home she had ever known? Jessie wrapped her arms around herself, the weight of the world pressing down on her chest.

Just then, footsteps crunched on the gravel behind her.

"Jessie."

Cad''s voice was cold, distant. Jessie turned slowly, her heart hammering in her chest, to see him standing there, so tall and commanding-the Alpha that had once been hers. Now he was only the ghost of what her future would not hold.

"You've been a distraction," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Whatever bond you thought we had, it's over.

Her knees nearly buckled as the words sank in. "Cade, please... You know we're meant to be. You can't just-"

"I can, and I will." His eyes glinted with finality. "I'm marking Vanessa. She's my Luna."

Jessie's breath hitched as her chest contracted violently, as though her heart was being clawed out of her body. "But... but I'm your mate.

Cade stepped closer, his voice low and cruel. "You're nothing to me, Jessie. Just a weak Omega who doesn't belong here. Vanessa is the real Alpha's daughter, the real Luna. You're nothing."

The denial cut through her like a kick in the gut. Cade inhaled poison that filtered into her soul, shredding the bond that once connected them. Jessie stumbled backward, her vision blurring with tears.

It was then that her world crashed down around her. The tie, the only thing that had ever united them, was broken. Cade had chosen Vanessa, and with that choice, he had chosen to destroy Jessie.

"Leave, Jessie," Cade ordered, his voice icy, fatal. "You don't belong in this pack anymore."

It wasn't just a denial of their bonding; it was a banishment. Jessie's blood ran cold as she realized what he was saying. She wasn't being cast aside as a mate but cast out as a member of the pack.

Numb and broken, Jessie turned away, unable to face the man who had once been her everything. She didn't run. She didn't cry out. She just walked-heavy steps, despairing steps-knowing there was nothing left for her here.

She passed the members who had gathered to see her humiliation. No one stopped her. No one cared. They all were waiting for Vanessa to take up her place as Luna, standing beside Cade, and ruling. Jessie was nothing but a forgotten mistake in their eyes.

When she crossed the border of the pack's territory, the final tether of her connection to them snapped. Jessie collapsed in the woods, gasping for air.

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