The Pack's Royal Doctor; 3-Time Rejected Omega

Danica's POV

“Did I mention how hot you look in that dress?” Bianca asked for like the fiftieth time and I glared at her like she suddenly grew horns on her head.

“Yeah, you did. A million times already?” I murmured with a roll of my eyes.

“Am I the only one this excited for the Mating night?” Bianca muttered, smoothing her hair in the mirror.

“Yes, you are,” I told her truthfully, smacking a light red lipstick over my lips.

“Why aren't you excited? It’s a welcome back celebration for the Alpha's return, and it could be a chance to find your ‘rightful’ mate!” she exclaimed, and my hands halted in midair.

“And then what? A third rejection?” I threw back and she pressed her lips into a thin line. “Every ‘rightful mate’ out there always ends up becoming unrightful the moment they realize they were mated to the pack’s pushover okay? That is nothing to be excited about,” I added, and she sat silently beside me.

“You’re not a pushover, Danica. You're the smartest woman I've ever associated with, you're talented, not everyone can pull off being a secret doctor, which is a part of you that I would never understand, but you're doing an excellent job. You're beautiful… so beautiful that it hurts. I would accept you as my mate a hundred times if the bitch up there had made me a man” she muttered, successfully crackling me up when she called the moon goddess a bitch.

“Gamma Thorn and Finn were just big jerks. Don't let them keep your heart locked away. Their rejection shouldn't define who you are, Danica. You don't have your wolf yet, but you're just as powerful as any woman out there with hers,” she continued, and I could only look down at my fingers.

She's saying all these things to lift my spirit and I felt guilty because no matter what she says, it won't change how I felt about the big mating night that would happen in just an hour. I don't care, and I definitely wouldn't be putting myself in one more embarrassing rejection tonight.

I get that she was only trying to relate to my pain, but I've been rejected twice, and she hasn't been rejected even once. She doesn't know what it feels like to face the ultimate pain of being rejected once and then a second time. She might not have found her fated mate yet, but she had a wolf, she was smart, she could have a man wrapped around her fingers so easily, and then end things just as easily.

“No one wants a two-time rejected wolfless omega, Bianca. That only happens in the movies. This is reality, and my life so far has been the biggest proof of what reality means,” I told her as calmly as I could while I detached her hands from mine.

Memories from my last rejection flooded my mind and I stood abruptly, trying not to let her