Mated to Four Alphas

Silas's POV

"I, Zarek, Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack, I reject you Silas as my mate and Luna."

The ground beneath my feet seemed to slip away upon hearing this, because Zarek, with whom my arrange marriage alliance had been decided since childhood, rejected me on my 18th birthday. And the cause of all this was my step brother, Ciel.

Ciel was the same age as me, but he had always played with both of us since childhood. I never thought he would take my alpha from me, but what angered me even more was Zarek—how could he do this to me?

Ciel was standing in front of me, hugging Zarek's arms, the position of Luna that was supposed to be mine, now belonging to Ciel.

"Zarek, don't you feel any shame, being in a relationship with my own brother while cheating on me?" I said, looking straight into Zarek's eyes.

I was just waiting for his response, hoping that my reaction might make him realize that what he was doing was wrong.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you were my fated mate or something," Zarek replied and immediately wrapped his arm around Ciel's waist, pulling him closer. His eyes met mine after that, as if he were showing me how close the two of them were.

"You're right. You deserve Ciel, someone who's an orphan and doesn't even have royal blood," I was furious. After all, Zarek had been in a relationship with me for so many years, and now, just when we were about to be bound together for eternity, he was leaving me and choosing my brother. Or perhaps they had been in a relationship for a long time, right under my nose, and I never even knew.

"How dare you speak like that about your own brother, Silas?" My gaze shifted to the side as soon as I heard that scolding. My dad was standing there, his eyes red and his face clearly showing how angry he was at me. And why wouldn't he be? He loved Ciel the most. Even though I am his biological child, it never felt that way.

From the look on Dad's face, it seemed like he already knew about Zarek and Ciel's relationship but chose to stay silent. That's how it has always been, ever since my childhood.

I still remember it vividly. When I was a child, my twin brother and I went to watch a festival with Dad. But my twin brother got lost there. Even though we were twins, our faces were quite different, though both of us had blonde hair like our mother. After my twin got lost, Dad brought Ciel home from an orphanage and made him his son.

From the very beginning, Ciel has always liked everything that belonged to me. And Dad, without hesitation, happily gave him everything that was mine. He never cared about me, never thought about me. All his love was reserved for Ciel.

"Once again, you took something that was mine and happily gave it to him. You don't care about me at all. In your eyes, you have only one son, and that's Ciel, who deserves to have everything." All the tears, pain, and anger that I had buried inside me for years came pouring out at once. I was crying, but the fire of rage was burning within me.

"What about me? Even if you take everything away from me, why would it matter to me?" I covered both my eyes with my hands because I didn't want to cry anymore in front of people who didn't even care about me.

I wiped my own tears and looked ahead. Dad was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. I knew it—he probably didn't even consider me his son. That's why doing this to me didn't make him feel even a bit of guilt.

Everyone from both packs was present there, watching everything unfold, but they had all decided to stay silent, which is why no one spoke a word. I knew I would have to accept Zarek's rejection.

I looked at Zarek and Ciel, wanting to respond to the rejection, but before I could, Ciel ran toward me and grabbed both of my hands.

"Silas, please don't be sad... Even if you didn't get Zarek, there are plenty of Alphas who want you," Ciel said. The moment his words reached my ears, I pushed him away from me, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Ugh... Silas, I'm sorry," Ciel mumble, tears streaming down his eyes, but he didn't stand up until Zarek came over and helped him himself. Then Zarek turned and glared directly at me, as if threatening me with just his eyes.

Ciel immediately hid in Zarek's arms and started crying. I hadn't even pushed him that hard—definitely not as much as he was making it seem.

"How dare you push my mate?" Zarek growled. Maybe this was exactly what Ciel wanted, which is why he exaggerated so much. But he forgot that I'm not someone who will just take things lying down.

"Zarek, I curse you and Ciel to remain fated mates, but may you never live happily together."

After hearing my curse, the entire crowd began murmuring among themselves because I had said something that was bound to spark a discussion.

"I accept your rejection" I made the announcement, glaring at Zarek and Ciel with disgust, before turning to leave.

But there was one last thing I needed to say to my dad, so I turned back toward him.

"Dad, years ago, you lost one son, and today, after all these years, you've lost the other one too. Congratulations. Enjoy your life with your adopted son."

As soon as I said those words, I saw tears in Dad's eyes. I didn't know why they were there. They couldn't possibly be for me. Maybe mentioning my lost brother brought back painful memories for him. But I didn't care anymore.

I had spent years trying to earn Dad's affection, working harder than ever, but in the end, he handed the company over to Ciel, saying he was more deserving. In Dad's eyes, I was never worthy of anything.

I walked out of Zarek's mansion. Outside, my car was parked, waiting for me.

Silas's POV

"Take me back to the mansion," I ordered the driver as I settled into the back seat of the car.

I had made up my mind—I was going to move out. So I told the driver to take me back to our mansion because I needed to pack all my belongings before leaving. I leaned back against the seat, lost in my thoughts.

Why is the Moon Goddess doing this to me? Why did she make me this way?

I've heard from so many people that, despite being an Omega, I'm different. I'm not like other Omegas—gentle and kind. I don't bow my head and quietly listen to anyone.

And they're right, aren't they? If it's not my fault, why should I just take it? That's why my hands often lash out, regardless of whether the person in front of me is an Alpha or anyone else.

Maybe it's because I can't feel any Alpha's pheromones. No matter how much they try, even when Alphas fight me, they can't use their pheromones to weaken me. That's why they end up losing in the end.

Lost in my thoughts, I rolled down the window, needing fresh, open air. But as soon as I looked outside, I noticed that we were surrounded by a forest, and evening was beginning to fall. This wasn't the road to our mansion.

I immediately turned toward the driver. "Where are you taking me? This isn't the way to the mansion."

Hearing my words, the driver burst into loud laughter and looked at me through the rearview mirror. When he did that, and I saw those brown eyes, a chill ran down my spine.

He wasn't the driver. He was a senior from my school, someone who had tried to do terrible things to me before. Back then, I had somehow managed to escape. But this senior was incredibly strong.

I immediately grabbed my phone to call Zarek, but then I remembered—Zarek wasn't my fiancé anymore. What was the point of calling him? I put the phone back in my pocket and started trying to open the car door, but it was locked.

That's when I heard him say, "Try as much as you want, but you won't escape me today. Tonight, I'll have a taste of you no matter what."

Hearing his words, I quietly sat back in my seat. My sudden calmness seemed to confuse him. He probably couldn't figure out why I had stopped resisting.

The senior then stopped the car near a border—the border of the Bloodfang Pack, our enemy pack.

The senior stepped out of the car and opened the door next to me, approaching with clear intent. Perhaps he had forgotten the lesson from the last time he tried this.

"You made a mistake forcing yourself on me again," I mocked, and without hesitation, I delivered a sharp kick straight to his sensitive area.

As soon as the blow landed, he screamed in pain, "Aaaaaaa," doubling over. But then, he reached down, pulled out a rod, and swung it straight at my head.

The blow to my head was so strong that it left my head throbbing, and I started feeling dizzy. That's when I heard some voices.

"Grab this Alpha! How dare he come to our border and try to harm an Omega!"

I didn't know whose voices they were because they were coming from outside the car, and I was still sitting inside, clutching my head. Blood was dripping down from my wound.

Then I saw a group of bodyguards storm in and pin the senior down right in front of me.

Two people approached and stood before me. I couldn't clearly see their faces because my vision had become blurry, but I wanted to thank them for saving me. Before I could utter a word, everything went black, and I lost consciousness.

After a while, when I regained consciousness, I saw a doctor standing beside me. Two nurses were standing nearby, whispering to each other.

My eyes wandered around the room, and I realized it was an unfamiliar place. I tried to sit up, but the movement caused a sharp pain in the wound on my head.

"Ugh... my head," I muttered to myself.

Seeing me trying to sit up, the doctor immediately signaled one of the nurses with his eyes.

The nurse understood the gesture and quickly left the room without a word.

"How are you feeling? Do you remember your name?" the doctor asked, gently touching my head, seemingly checking if the wound was still painful.

But his touch hurt, and I immediately pushed his hand away from my head.

"Don't touch me! And yes, I remember everything. I haven't lost my memory," I snapped at him.

Despite my reaction, the doctor's lips maintained that professional smile he likely gave to everyone, unaffected by my attitude.

Suddenly, the door opened, and my gaze shifted towards it. Two people walked in. The first was a woman of middle age, dressed in a white western outfit.

Her hair was white, and her skin was glowing. Dark lipstick adorned her lips, adding to her striking appearance.

Beside her stood a middle-aged man in a black suit. His face alone gave off a strong leader-like aura.

Everything about him, from his poker face to his cold demeanor, was extraordinary.

"How are you feeling now?" the woman asked, stepping forward. The man remained by the door, his hands crossed over his chest, standing still like a silent observer.

The woman came and sat directly beside me. There was a comforting smile on her lips.

"I'm fine, but who are you?" I asked in a gentle voice, as she looked professional. In such a situation, how could I speak to her carelessly?

The woman smiled softly. "My name is Leni. I am the Luna of the Bloodfang pack, and the one standing behind me—" Her voice was very elegant.

She glanced at the man standing behind her, whose face was blushing, and then looked back at me.

"He is the king of this place, the Alpha of the Bloodfang pack."

I tried to laugh after hearing what she said, but my lips weren't ready to cooperate.

The Bloodfang pack is the most dangerous pack, known for killing anyone without hesitation. And I belonged to their enemy pack. Why would they possibly spare me?

Silas's POV

I froze there because I had no idea what to do. I was smiling at the lady, but my smile was strange—it was fake. While looking at the lady, I shifted my gaze forward.

The king was staring directly at me. Did he already figure out that I'm from the enemy pack?

Just by looking into his eyes, I could hear the thudding of my own heart—I was that scared.

But I had to get out of here first; I would think about the rest later. Just as I was about to get off the bed, I felt the lady's hand on mine. I immediately looked at her.

"Thank you for helping me, but I think I should go back now." But even if I left, where would I go? If I returned to my pack, I'd have to face Ciel and Zarek, which I definitely didn't want.

"Where do you think you're going? Your head injury hasn't healed yet." The lady said in a very sweet tone, making it impossible for me to get off the bed, so I stayed sitting there.

Suddenly, the door swings open, drawing everyone's attention. A slender figure steps inside—an omega. A delicate frame, fair white skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes.

He was dressed in an oversized black shirt and black shorts, which were hidden under the length of the shirt, making it seem as though he was wearing only the shirt. The omega truly looked like an angel.

Why didn't the Moon Goddess make me like that? If she had, Zarek would have never betrayed me.

For the first time, I was seeing such a beautiful and cute omega. But I couldn't deny feeling a little jealous that I wasn't as attractive as him. That's why I couldn't take my eyes off him.

Just then, the lady sitting beside me stood up and walked straight to the omega, gently taking both his hands in hers.

"Orian, you're awake, darling. Did you sleep well?" she asked, running her hand over his head with a nurturing expression.

The omega, Orian, hugged her in return, showing affection like a child would toward their mother.

It seemed like Orian might be their son because the king was also looking at him with a smile. It looked like such a cute and loving family.

As I watched them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. I hadn't seen anything like this in my own family for years.

Looking at Orian's hair, I was reminded of Teren, my twin brother. If he were still alive, he would have been as beautiful as Orian, because he was incredibly cute as a child.

Then, Orian's gaze met mine. I hadn't even realized I had been staring at them for so long. After noticing me, he gave me a smile, and then he turned his attention back to the lady.

"Mom, who is he?"

Anyone would ask the same question if they saw an unfamiliar face in their home. But what worried me was the possibility that he might ask which pack I belonged to.

For a moment, I thought to myself—there's no need to mention my pack. I'll just say I'm a rogue.

"Orian, come on, you must be hungry. Let's talk while having breakfast."

The lady took Orian with her out of the room, and I couldn't help but keep watching them as they left. Just then, the king walked toward me.

"You still need some rest. Go ahead and relax."

His voice was neither cold nor harsh, but I still felt a shiver run down my spine.

"If you need anything, the bodyguards are standing outside the room. You can ask them."

With that, the king left immediately, not even giving me a chance to reply.

Everyone left the room, and I was left alone in that four-walled space with my loneliness. But then I thought, maybe I should get some rest.

So, I lay down, closed my eyes, and began thinking about what to do next. But before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

I'm not sure how long I had slept, but when I woke up, I noticed that it was dark outside the window, meaning it was already evening.

I quickly got out of bed and pulled on the handle to open the door, only to realize that it was locked from the outside.

"Is anyone out there? Open the door!"

I started banging on the door and shouting loudly because they had locked me in there. How could I sit quietly in a situation like this?

But then, a voice came from outside. "What do you want? Why are you banging on the door and shouting so loudly? It's night, can't you see?"

No, for me, it was still morning. Obviously, I could tell it was night, but if they hadn't locked the door from the outside, this wouldn't have happened.

"Open the door, right now!"

My voice kept growing louder. I could hear murmurs from outside. There were only two people standing outside the room, and as the king had said, they were probably bodyguards. But why weren't they opening the door?

What was the point of locking me in the room? Could they have figured out that I'm from an enemy pack?

I started banging on the door harder, determined that either they would open it for me, or I would use my powers to break out of this room. No one could keep me locked up.

"What's going on here?"

A new voice spoke, addressing the bodyguards. I didn't know who it was, but as soon as they arrived, a calm fell over the outside.

So, I continued banging on the door even louder from the inside. I was shouting loudly, saying that even if I had to wake everyone up in the middle of the night, I wouldn't back down.

"Whose horses are running wild like thi

s?" the person said, and just then, I heard the sound of the room's lock unlocking.

Silas's POV

As soon as the door started to open, I stepped back a little, moving away from it.

When it fully opened, my gaze immediately went to the slippers since I was looking down. Slowly, I lifted my gaze from the slippers.

Casual night pants came into view, and I quickly looked up.

White hair like the moon, dusky skin, hazel eyes. A well-built body with visible muscles, which were clearly noticeable even under the t-shirt.

A broad chest and... Ahem... those abs. And on top of that, heavy rain was pouring down in the jungle as he wore a t-shirt with a print.

I didn't feel his pheromones, so he might either be an alpha or a beta, but judging by his physique, he looked like an alpha.

"Why are you staring like that? I don't like the way you're looking at me."

Haah... that was my line, wasn't it? Because they had locked me in this room, their intentions didn't seem right.

"Excuse me, don't try to act too nice, and who are you?"

I immediately moved toward the guy and said. My height was slightly below his chest, but what difference did height make?

If I wanted to, I could take him down right here, right now.

Upon hearing my words, he raised an eyebrow in amusement. Taking a single step toward me, he was suddenly standing right in front of me.

That meant, for every three or four steps I took, one of his was enough to close the distance.

"You're cute. By the way, what's your name?"

He leaned down, his height much greater than mine. He slipped both hands into his pants pockets and bent down to look into my eyes, sniffing the air.

That's when I realized he was an alpha, because he was trying to sniff my pheromones. Such lowly behavior could only come from an alpha.

So, I placed both my hands on his shoulders and pushed him straight back.

He didn't get pushed too far away from me, but just enough distance was enough.

"Behave yourself. Just because you're an alpha doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."

I gave him such a side-eye that he started thinking about what big mistake he might have made.

"Your mouth runs a lot, but that doesn't mean I don't like it."

There was a certain arrogance in his voice. Then he pulled his hand out of his pocket, holding a cigar, and placed it between his lips.

He began to offer me a lighter, as if telling me to light it for him. But why? It wasn't like the Moon Goddess hadn't given him hands—so why should someone else light his cigar for him?

I really don't like the way alphas think that omegas are their servants, that they can make them do whatever they want.

When I didn't take the lighter from him and kept staring at him, a smile spread across his face. Even while lighting the cigar, his eyes remained fixed on me, as if he were enjoying my reaction.

I knew I shouldn't waste my time on him, so without saying anything, I started heading out of the room. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards him.

Then, he pinned me directly against the wall with one hand. I was in shock, wondering what he was doing.

He then placed the cigar between his middle and index fingers, pulled it from his lips, and blew the smoke right into my face.

Cough, cough.

"What are you doing? How dare you touch me?" My temper flared, and my voice made it clear.

I was so angry that I could've killed him, but as I moved to push him away, he immediately placed the cigar back between his lips.

With one hand, he grabbed both of my wrists and Pinned them above my head.

I knew I had the strength to free my hands from his grip, but then, with his other hand, he placed his index finger on my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"You look so cute and innocent, but you're even more dangerous than a wild cat."

He removed his hand from my chin, then took the cigar away from his lips again, blowing the smoke directly into my face.

My eyes were glaring at him as I jerked his hands off my wrists. But then he started sniffing the air, bringing his nose close to my neck, inhaling deeply.

When he suddenly got so close to my neck, I started to feel uneasy. I was afraid he might bite me.

"Stay away! Stop sniffing me like a dog!" I turned my head to the side because he was still sniffing my neck.

I pushed at his shoulders with both hands, trying to get him to move away, but he wouldn't budge. And for some reason, I suddenly felt weak.

I could faintly smell a scent, and the more I inhaled it, the more my body started reacting strangely. My legs began to feel weak.

I was about to fall when he wrapped his arm around my waist, preventing me from hitting the ground and pulling me closer. My hands ended up resting on his chest.

I lifted my head, and my eyes locked with his, which were staring directly at me.

"Have you already fallen for me?" he teased, and for some reason, my cheeks turned red at his words. Even though he was smiling at me, I could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

Just then, I heard a voice.

"What's going on here?"

As I turned my head, I saw Orian standing in front of me whie looking down .

Orian was wearing the same type of T-shirt as the guy in front of me, but on Orian, the T-shir

t looked oversized.

As soon as the guy's gaze shifted to Orian, he pushed me away and walked over to Orian, placing his hand on his shoulder.

Silas's POV

"I went to your room, but I couldn't find you. Can I sleep with you tonight? I don't want to sleep alone, but Damon bro punished me by making me sleep alone," Orian said, leaning into the guy's chest and nuzzling his head against it.

I stood there watching everything unfold, unable to tear my eyes away.

That guy should feel ashamed of himself for trying to get close to me when his mate, Orian, is so beautiful and adorable.

Guilt and shame began to creep into me because I knew all too well how it felt to see your mate with someone else.

It wasn't a pain anyone deserved, and yet here I was, standing amidst this.

"By the way, Kael, why were you in this omega's room? Were you two... playing?" Orian asked, his curious eyes locking onto mine. The question caught me completely off guard.

Playing? What kind of question was that? Did we look like children who would play games?

And judging by the way he had walked in earlier and seen us standing so close, his question held more weight than it seemed.

"No, Orian. I was just out for a walk at night, but then I heard a commotion, so I came to check. And when I got here..." Kael paused mid-sentence, turning to look at me, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

"There was only one person making enough noise to match a hundred," he said with a chuckle, "so I was just... having a conversation with him."

I stood there, watching them talk about me like I wasn't even there, like I was some passing topic of amusement for their entertainment.

As I kept my gaze fixed on the two of them, my eyes accidentally met Kael's.

In an instant, his expression shifted, morphing into one of disgust, as if merely looking at me was unbearable for him.

"What are you staring at?" he barked, his tone sharp and filled with venom. His demeanor had completely changed the moment Orian arrived.

I could see it clearly—he was irritated by my mere presence now, as though my very existence was offensive to him.

And yet, not long ago, this same man had held me in his arms, locking eyes with me as if there was some connection.

For a fleeting moment, I had even thought I could sense his pheromones, a faint hope stirring within me that he might be my fated mate.

But now... seeing his expression and the disdain radiating from him, I knew I was wrong. If someone like him were truly my fated mate, I wouldn't hesitate to reject him.

I didn't care what the consequences would be—no bond was worth this kind of humiliation.

I kept my gaze fixed on him.

"Someone like you? Watching you isn't my hobby. I'd rather gouge my own eyes out than waste them on you," I said, raising one eyebrow as I finished, trying to mock him even further.

Kael's face twitched for a moment, his jaw tightening as if my words had struck a nerve.

But instead of lashing out, he just let out a dry chuckle, the sound filled with condescension.

"Keep running that mouth of yours," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's the only thing you're good at, isn't it?"

The tension between us was thick, but I refused to back down, my glare locked on him like a challenge.

If he thought he could intimidate me, he was in for a rude awakening.

"And what exactly are you good at? Just flirting—with anyone and everyone? Honestly, alphas like you disgust me, thinking you can lay your hands on anyone just because you're an alpha," I said, my voice sharp and cutting.

My words clearly hit a nerve. His expression betrayed the sting he was trying to mask.

"I can't even stand being here for another second," I added, making a point to glance at him with mock disgust before dramatically gagging, as though the very sight of him made me nauseous. I turned on my heel and headed for the door.

I could feel his anger radiating behind me, his body stiff with frustration. But what could he do? With Orian standing right next to him, he wouldn't dare act out.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I noticed that just a few steps ahead was a garden. It stretched out in front of my room, serene and quiet under the faint moonlight.

There were two or three more rooms visible nearby, their doors securely locked.

And as I started moving forward, the king of the pack appeared there with his Luna by his side.

The moment the lady stood in front of me, I couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance she shared with that boy—Kael, was it? Yes, Kael.

Her hair was the same brilliant white as his, gleaming like moonlight.

"Where are you going?" The lady had gripped both my shoulders tightly, and she seemed frantic, as if she didn't want to let me leave this place.

"I'm leaving this place now. I can't stay any longer," I said, pushing her hand off my shoulder after speaking.

"How can you say that? You have to stay here," the lady's voice rose, as if she was threatening me.

"Am I supposed to stay here just because you want me to? You saved me, but that's a different matter, and this is something else," I said, feeling angry that everyone seemed to want to control my life according to their own will.

"Where will you go at night? Stay for the night... what if something bad happens to you?" The king, who was standing beside the lady, said.

Hearing his voice, I turned my gaze toward him.

"If something bad happens, it will happen to me, not you. What does it have to do with you?" I said to the king.

I turned again to leave, but suddenly I heard

the king shouting from behind. When I looked back, I saw that the lady had fainted.