Rejected By The Alpha, Bound As His Luna

Elena's POV

The courtyard of the Northwest Pack was already crowded when I arrived, more like a celebration with Clara, my cousin by my side. Wolves from every family were gathered for the yearly event, some in groups laughing, their voices loud and carefree. A few lone wolves kept their distance, the servants and omegas to be precise. I was one of them, me and Clara.

I didn't want attention. I was used to being unnoticed, and I preferred it that way. My long dark hair fell over one shoulder, covering part of my face as I scanned the gathered people as Clara nudged my arm against my side, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Elena," she called, her voice teasing but soft, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You're acting stiff. Come on, it's the Gathering! Lighten up."

I turned to her, smiling at her. "I'm fine here," I muttered, crossing my arms. "I don't belong with them, and I don't need to pretend I do."

Clara sighed, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "You're too stubborn for your own good. It's a party, not just any kind of party. You know what today is right? At least try to enjoy it. Who knows you may find your mate here, hehehe" She teased.

I didn't answer, my gaze drifting to the crowd again. The Gathering was the pack's biggest event of the year, a night to celebrate unity, renew alliances, and honor the Alpha on his birthday. This time, though, the air filled with extra excitement. Word had spread that Andrew Kane, our Alpha, was returning from a visit to the neighboring town, where he'd been negotiating with their leaders for the betterment of our pack. Everyone was eager to see him, to be blessed in his presence. I could feel the anticipation rippling through the courtyard as they pulled toward the center where the bonfire crackled, its flames casting shadows on their faces while they danced to the background drums.

"But I hope the alpha brings back good news." Clara said, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as she spoke again. "I heard most of the neighboring pack Alphas had refused to accept his alliances." Clara looked around to be sure no one had heard her. "Well, that's on him." She added.

I shrugged, my fingers tugging at the sleeve of my jacket. "Careful. Someone might overhear you. He's the Alpha anyways so he'll do what he wants."

Clara snorted. "You say that like it's a good thing. Andrew Kane's the strongest leader we've had in years. And he doesn't accept no for an answer."

I nodded. I had seen him too many times from a distance, his tall body hovering through crowds, his steel-grey eyes cold and emotionless. At twenty-five, Andrew Kane became the Alpha of the Northwest Pack, heir to a bloodline of dominant leaders, feared by rivals and respected by all. His reputation preceded him, cold, domineering, prideful, and ruthless when challenged. Yet,