Rejected by the Alpha, Loved by the Beta Twins

bs, she lifted her gaze to meet the imposing figure of Alpha Paul, who sat enthroned before her in a display of reg

features, his jaw set like stone, unyielding and resolute. His eyes, piercing and sharp, held a tempest of silent fury that could ignite fear in the sturdiest of warriors. Every line of his mus

of command emanated from his being, demanding obedience from all who stood within his realm. Pame

is voice booming through the silence of the chamber li

ot look directly at the formidable Alpha who towered over her, but she couldn't keep her eyes from flicking upwards to ste

ssly as the moon commands the tides. Her heart ached with a mixture of reverence and a longing for a

pped up, her eyes locking with his for a fleeting moment before she cast them down again. His

ng out like whips. "You stand within these walls, surrounded by the legacy

. The admiration she held for him twisted into a knot in her stomach. His scorn burned hotter tha

she felt more acutely the sting of rejection from one she held in such high esteem. The A

the walls of the throne room seem to tremble with the force of hi

until it threatened to engulf her entirely. Her breath hitched, a silent gasp that no one else could hear over the pounding of her he

s adorning the walls mocked her with their splendor, a stark reminder of everything she was being cast away

. Dreams of finding her place within these walls, of proving her worth beyond the lowly rank of Omega, lay shattered a

rld crumbling, to hope extinguished under the heel of merciless decree. There would be no pleading gaze turned towards Alpha Paul, n

the word of the Alpha, and there would be no challenge to his authority. Not here, not by her. With each thundering heartbeat, Pame

the monarch, making the walls of the throne roo

of her life at the palace-some clothes, a few trinkets of no value, and a small book filled with dried leaves she'd collected from t

ought to maintain. The tears that pricked the corners of her eyes were resolutely blinked away. Not a single droplet wou

oddly grounding against her side. The door closed behind her with a thud that resonated like

that steeled her spine. When the imposing gates of the palace loomed before her, she didn't loo

, snagging the fabric of her dress, as if the very earth sought to hinder her departure. But Pamela moved

elp but compare it to the sanctuary she had just been expelled from. The palace, with its towering spires

far cry from the stained-glass majesty that filtered sunlight into rainbows on the palace floors. Yet as she pushed

rfumed halls she had walked mere hours before. This was the scent of

fingers traced the grooves, feeling the history of her lineage within them. Here, in this un

r thoughts, Pamela Koppa knew that within her beat the heart of a survivo

ll fresh in her mind. Her father, a grizzled man whose face bore the lines of hardship and time, looked up from his me

"I expected more from you, Pamela. You were given an opportunity many would kill for. To sta

e stood tall, her spine straight, her gaze unwavering. She had faced scorn all her life, but this w

skate by on charm alone?" He shook his head, a gesture heavy with disillusionment.

not due to any fault of her own. But Pamela understood that some battles were fought

yet steady, betraying none of the turmoil within.

fire that crackled in the hearth. "Empty words. Y

could feel the ember of determination within her kindling into a blaze. No, she would

elf than to him. "I will become more than an Omega.

hat danced before him. Yet the slight stiffening of his shoulders told her he had heard

t oath that gleamed in her eyes like starlight piercing t

he stood alone in the confines of the small cabin. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting s

of her place in the palace, but it could not take her spirit. With every heartbeat, Pamel

m more than his words, more than their rejection," she murmured to herself, her voice a soft growl of defiance.

ed to the luxuries of the palace-but they were hers, earned by her own hand. She slung th

painting images of the vast wilderness that awaited her. "In the heart

oor open. It creaked on its hinges, a somber farewell to the life she once knew. The

th each stride, her confidence grew. The shadows of the trees beckoned

embrace of the Katanga forest. There, under the watchful eyes of the stars, she em

arrying into the depths of the night. And with that, she vanished into the da