The fate of the Rejected Alpha

THE KILLER IS NOW A FUGITIVE

Twelve moons later…

“What is it, Guila?” Bloodstain’s soft, lifeless voice squeezes Guila’s heart once again.

Guila has a toothbrush in their hands, its material is made with a chicken bone.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Use this with the powder and rub the brush in your teeth,” she explains, extending the brush to the girl.

The powder inside the small clay pot in Guila’s hand is made with chalk and salt. Bloodstain picks up the brush and does as Guila said.

During the last five years, the girl finally became a woman. Her long black hair grew even longer. After the first punishment she received from her father, Bloodstain remained silent for three years, because that was a reason to receive more punishments and each and every one of them was worse than the other.

Now, in addition to the red stains on her back, she has several scars; the whips used by the genuine alpha were coated with silver. With time her skin stopped bleeding, but the scars remained, as if she had a human skin.

Guila tried to do everything to cheer her up, , she even ventured to ask for a piece of meat from the genuine lunam, which according to Guila, it was by a miracle of the goddess the genuine granted the authorization.

When it was the omegas’ turn to eat, Guila kept her share. On that day Bloodstain was grounded, because the genuine alpha interrogated her and she didn’t answer him. When everyone was released, she went to the girl’s den, but she didn’t want to even smell the food and continued lying on the floor in her lupine form.

“Now clean your mouth with that water.” Guila hands Bloodstain a glass full of water with mint leaves. The young woman takes the glass and does as said, then spits it into another empty glass .”The genuine alpha ordered you to wear it.”

Guila lifts a dress from inside a basket, very different from what the young woman is used to wearing. Delicate and white, made with a material similar to lacy and the length went up to her feet.

Without showing any reaction, Bloodstain removes her battered and torn dress, staying like that for a few seconds, naked and without any shame. Whatever time it takes, Guila will never get used to Bloodstain’s malnourished physique.

The luna cimex helps the youngest to dress. The dress looks perfect on her slender body.

“Darling…” Guila begins to speak but finds no words to express her feelings.

Since the first beating, Bloodstain no longer seems to belong to this world. She only lives quietly inside herself. She hardly talks anymore and Guila doesn’t even know if she still believes in the moon goddess. Without words, she just pulls the girl by the shoulders and hugs her, very tight, as a farewell. And then it happens, she feels it on her shoulder, the warm tears of Bloodstain.

“Oh, my girl,” Guila also cries and gently smoothes the young woman’s back.

Today is the big day. The challenges have been going on for a week, and for exactly one week Bloodstain is bleeding. This was another unusual fact, female lycanthropes only bleed when they’re in thee circle, in heat, and the only female that bleeds more than once is the velut luna. This fact increased the theories of the genuine alpha. For him, Bloodstain’s body functions like that of a cimex luna when she leaves the pack and lives on her own.

The blood serves as a call for the male, her male. But no one there was her mate. Why then was she bleeding? Simple, the goddess is once again showing that she is who dictates the rules and only she can do so.

A pity no one understands that this is just another sign that Bloodstain does have a mate, and that they were already very close to meeting.

“I… I don’t want to… Guila? It hurts…” for the first time in years, Guila witnesses Bloodstain opening up once again.

“You… Are not going…”

“How…? I can’t do it. I feel broken…”

“Listen carefully. I hear that the hunter of our race in the neighboring country is. I know it is a dangerous place, but only there you will not be hunted by these monsters from here. Go to Russia, to the city of Murmansk, that is where his base is. Go to the village, disguise yourself as human. And live a happy life!” she whispers in Bloodstain’s ear.

“But, Guila… How would we go?”

“Listen, Brunno and I are gonna give you a chance to get out of here.”

“I can’t go without you, Guila.”

“I’m already old, my dear, I couldn’t bear to run away. My body is already tired. And I don’t want to die regretting anything.”

“But…”

“Enough is enough, it’s time for you to be happy, and may the goddess accompany you forever and ever,” Guila whispers softly to Bloodstain, who squeezes her even tighter in her arms.

All the other wolves are in front of the castle. Today it will be decided who will become the progenitor of the heir to the genuine alpha. The finalists are Rolf, of the Rising Pack and Apollonis, of the Merak Pack.

At first, Apollonis would not participate, who would dispute was his son Apollos, however, two years ago his heir was murdered by the traitor of their kind, Occisor Van Helsing.

Rolf was confident, that was the chance he wanted so badly to bring honor back to his pack, he wouldn’t waste it for anything.

But the goddess was in charge of his future, not him.

“Come on,” the genuine alpha’s third beta calls them.

“Get ready,” Guila says without sound, just moving her lips.

Walking with her head down, Guila hides behind her back a silver dagger she stole from the torture room. When she’s passing in front of the beta, in a quick motion catching him by surprise, she stabs him in the neck and watches as he widens his eyes.

“Run, now!” she screams.

Bloodstain’s eyes are filled with tears that soon fall like waterfalls. Her whole body shakes. The beta holds Guila by the shoulders and walks with her until she hits the wall. Guila sticks her fingers into the beta’s eyes, who roars in pain.

“Now!” she screams again, desperate.

Bloodstain, with her heart broken in half, obeys the command and runs out of her den and up the stairs. When she arrives on the ground floor, the slave area, Brunno was already waiting for her with a small bag in his hands.

“Come on, this way.”

Bloodstain followed him through a secret passage leading to the back of the castle. It was already night, the moon once again full, witnessing everything.

“Transform and run as fast as you can.”

“T-thank you. Thank you both so, so much,” she says, weeping.

Bloodstain hugs Brunno tightly because she knows that will be the last time she sees him. Like her beloved Guila.

Why does fate always have to be so cruel to me? The pain of her loss is already shattering her heart.

“Be happy, girl,” Brunno wishes with damp eyes.

Although the young woman hasn’t had any training, both Bruno and his mate know that she will be able to survive; after all, she has dominant blood in her veins. She was never submissive. She was just forced to obey. She’ll survive. Besides, the goddess will be by her side, he was sure.

Bloodstain transforms, her wolf now no longer a cub. The great white wolf with red stains on her back. She was bigger than the average, almost three meters tall and her dark blue eyes were like a starless night.

The omega passes the strap of the small pouch that contained a few gold coins around the wolf’s neck . Brunno stands there watching Bloodstain drift further and further away in her lupine form.

Finally, she will be happy, thank you my goddess, he thought. He knew the fate that awaited him, him and his mate. But both of them were happy, all the suffering would finally come to an end.

Bruno looked up at the sky with a smile on his face. A few minutes after losing sight of the young woman in the forest, the pain of losing his love, Guila, is there.

Soon I’ll find you, my love, he thinks and watches all the wolves who were present in the castle surround him and growl at him.

“Where did she go? You disgusting omega!” says the genuine alpha with hatred.

“I won’t say anything! I… Ah!”

Brunno falls face down to the soft ground covered in snow as the genuine alpha begins to exude his dominance over the omega. It was like he was being crushed from the inside.

“I hope you never find her! You bastards! May the goddess destroy you all!” He says firmly even though blood is coming out of his mouth.

“Kill him,” orders the genuine alpha and all the lycanthropes transformed and went in the direction of Brunno.

Brunno was shattered, his limbs torn off and his head trampled until he was unrecognizable. Guila was already dead too, the third beta ripped out her heart and crushed it. But, their spirits were at peace, they returned to the great goddess of the moon.

A strong storm started out of nowhere, erasing Bloodstain’s footprints in the snow.

“Go after her!” cries the genuine, transforming too.

But now it’s too late, Bloodstain is almost at the Russian border.

Please, goddess, guide my steps, she prayed as she saw the sign written with the name Murmansk.