Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

The first sensation was smell—antiseptic mixed with something floral and wrong. My eyelids fluttered open, revealing an unfamiliar ceiling. Not my bedroom. Not my packhouse.

My fingers twitched against crisp sheets. Hospital sheets.

"She's waking up," a voice murmured nearby. "Get the sedative ready."

I tried to lift my hand, but my limbs felt like lead. Three years. Three years I'd been lying here, trapped in darkness, while the world continued without me.

"Drew?" I croaked, my voice barely audible. "Mom? Dad?"

A woman in a healer's uniform appeared in my field of vision—a face I didn't recognize. Her eyes widened slightly before narrowing with suspicion.

"Alpha's orders," she said to someone I couldn't see. "If she becomes lucid, administer the sedative immediately."

Lucid? I was perfectly lucid. I just couldn't move properly.

"Wait," I managed to say as she prepared a syringe. "What's happening? Where's my family?"

"Complications," she muttered, not meeting my eyes. "We can't risk you destabilizing the pack dynamic."

Pack dynamic? What was she talking about?

"Call my parents," I demanded, forcing strength into my voice. "I need to—"

She jabbed the needle into my arm before I could finish. Warmth spread through my veins, dragging me back toward unconsciousness.

"No," I whispered, fighting it. "No!"

But darkness claimed me again.

* * *

The next time I woke, I was stronger. I could sit up, though my muscles screamed in protest. The healer—Lena, according to her name tag—hovered nervously at my bedside.

"You shouldn't be awake yet," she whispered. "The dosage was—"

"I need to see my family," I interrupted, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The floor was ice-cold against my bare feet. "Now."

Lena reached for another syringe, but I caught her wrist. "Don't. Please."

Something in my expression must have convinced her. She nodded reluctantly and helped me to my feet.

"Your quarters have been... reassigned," she said carefully. "But I can take you to the Luna's chambers. That's where..."

"That's where what?" I pressed when she hesitated.

"That's where you'll find... who you're looking for."

The corridors of the packhouse felt both familiar and strange as Lena guided me through them. Pack members stopped and stared as we passed, their expressions ranging from shock to pity to something that looked disturbingly like fear.

When we reached what had once been my quarters—the Luna's chambers—Lena knocked softly.

"Enter," called a voice I didn't recognize.

The door swung open to reveal a scene that stopped my heart.

A woman with my face—not exactly mine, but close enough to be my twin—sat in a rocking chair by the window. In her arms were two tiny pups, no more than a few months old. She wore my mother's Luna pendant around her neck. My books were stacked on the nightstand. My clothes hung in the open closet.

"Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

The woman looked up, her expression shifting from surprise to practiced sympathy in an instant.

"Oh!" she exclaimed,