Rejected by my mate, Claimed by Alpha Ryder

“I, Julius Armstrong, reject Doris Charles as my mate.”

The laughter came right after.

This was the second time my mate rejected me because I cannot talk. In the pack, they call me dumb not because I am stupid, but because I am mute.

When I turned eighteen, my first mate rejected me for that reason.

Today, it was the Gamma.

He is twenty-one, the same age as the Alpha and Beta.

This was his third rejection. The first girl was too fat, the second was too short and now, I was dumb.

I never wanted to attend the mating ceremony. I knew how it would end, but my stepmother forced me to go, and my stepsisters came just to watch me get mocked again.

The next day, wolves who had found their mates returned to officially claim them before the Alpha and pack leaders.

I went only because I was forced, just to stand there and watch my stepsister get chosen.

Then something happened that no one expected.

The Alpha claimed me as his mate in front of everyone.

Was I shocked? Yes.

Did I believe him? No.

Did I think it was a cruel joke? Absolutely.

Because no Alpha would choose a rejected, mute girl like me.

~ Doris ~

Today is the mating ritual, I was still cleaning the room of my twin stepsisters, Vanessa and Veronica, as always.

My knees hurt from kneeling on the floor.

I scrubbed at a stain on Vanessa’s floor until my fingers burned, but it didn’t come off.

I scrubbed harder.

They turned eighteen today, and everyone knew they would find their mates and I was nineteen with no mate.

I woke up very early, around 5 a.m., to start cleaning and cooking, I cleaned all the rooms, including the twins room.

When I got to Henry’s room, I skipped it, as usual, he always told me not to clean it.

Don’t worry, sis I’ll clean it myself, he would say.

Most times, I never touched his room.

I was still scrubbing the corridor when I suddenly remembered it was the mating ceremony day. Before I could even finish, my stepmother walked in.

“Doris, don’t tell me you’re not prepared for the ceremony yet, you need to do and leave my house today, I don’t mind if you bring a low level omega as your mate, it’s not like you worth anything good.

Every time I look at you she continued…I see your mother. You’re just like your slut of a mother.”

That word always hurt me.

Slut.

It was the only thing she ever called my mother, and it always broke me.

I quickly finished up but before I could get to my room, the twins walked through the corridor, dragging their dirty feet over the place I had just cleaned.

They laughed and walked away, and I had to clean it all over again for the third time now.

When I finally went to my wardrobe to prepare for