The Wolfless They Rejected

Ellenrie P.O.V

Three days. The fever burned. I was too weak to rise. No one in my family noticed.

I finally dragged myself to the kitchen and found half a loaf of stale bread. Before I could touch it, a hand slapped it away. "You shameless thief!"

It was my sister, Selene. She stood there in her evening gown, glaring down at me. “You should ask for permission before taking anything here.”

My heart twisted sharply. “This was my home too…” My voice came out hoarse from fever.

Selene snorted coldly. “Home? I’m the real daughter. You’re just a shameless wolfless.” She leaned closer. “Being a rouge is your destiny.”

The taste of blood filled my throat. By law, a wolfless would be cast out upon adulthood as a rogue. Cut off from the Pack's protection. For a female rogue, starvation wasn’t the only threat. There were the violent male rogues too.

Five days. That was all I had left before adulthood.

I didn’t want to argue. I just wanted to leave. But then my eyes locked onto what she was holding in her hand. My breath caught.

She clutched a frail wooden box. My box. The only thing left that held scraps of my dignity, meager savings and a few tarnished medals from the days when I was still celebrated as the pride of the clan.

“No, Selene, give it back to me!” My voice cracked, raw and nearly gone.

“Yours?” she hissed. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back until my neck strained painfully. Her eyes, sharp as blades, burned with pure hatred. “You stole my life for over a decade, Ellenrie. You wore my clothes, slept in the bed that should’ve been mine, and stole my father’s and brothers’ attention. You’re nothing but a parasite raised on this family’s pity.”

“No … I never—”

My protest was cut short by the heavy thud of footsteps echoing down the hall. In an instant, Selene released me, dropped my box to the floor where it shattered, ripped her own dress at the shoulder, and threw herself down dramatically.

“Ahh! It hurts … Ellenrie, why you shove me like that? I only wanted to see your medals, but why you got so angry!” Her voice dripped with false innocence, thick with theatrics.

She burst into sobs, wailing loud enough to convince anyone she’d just survived some brutal assault.

The door slammed open. My two brothers stormed in, breath ragged. The warmth they once gave me evaporated, replaced by protective glares aimed only at Selene.

“Selene!” Heidrich dropped to his knees, wrapping her shoulders with fierce protectiveness.

Menwhile, Jaxon loomed over me. He didn’t say a word, just swung.

Smack!

My head snapped sideways. A piercing ring filled my ears, drowning out every sound. I crumpled back to the floor, choking on dust from the cold wooden boards.

“You’ve got no shame,” Jaxon growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You lost your wolf, and now you act like some kind of monster? Stop this nonsense, Ellenrie. You’re nothing but wolfless, we should’ve never taken you in.”

I shook my head, reaching out weakly, desperate to explain.

“Jaxon, please, listen … she threw herself down. I didn’t touch her, and the box, I—” My voice rasped, fading.

“Enough!” Jaxon’s roar carried the authority of a wolf, crushing the air from my chest. “Don’t you dare lie to us again.”

In the corner, Selene sobbed harder in Heidrich’s arms. She pointed at the shattered remains of my box, her finger trembling. “Brother, it’s my fault. I only wanted to talk, but she said I didn’t belong here. She called me a thief who stole her place.”

Heidrich’s gaze cut deeper than any slap. “She’s the real thief, Selene. She’s been living in a place that was never hers for far too long.”

His words ripped my heart open. Had Heidrich forgotten? When Selene first came back, he had cupped my face so gently. "Ellenrie, little wolf. Adopted or blood, you'll always be our irreplaceable little sister."

Tears blurred my vision. "No… I could never say that…"

“Ellenrie, why do you keep lying?!” Selene’s voice broke, rising with wounded fury. She buried her tear-streaked face against Heidrich’s chest, her words trembling between sobs.

“You got angry just because I wanted to see your precious box. You showed it to me first! You bragged those medals proved how great you were. You even said that even without a wolf, our brothers would love you more than me. And you added they’d never trust me with anything. Isn’t that what you said?!”

I shook my head, my face pale as death at her lies.

“No … please, believe me…” My whisper barely carried.

I could never be cruel enough to hurt someone the Pack had longed for. She was family to me too. Didn’t she know that? Didn’t she see I wanted to protect her just like Jaxon and Heidrich did? Why did she hate me so much?

“Argh!”

I cried out as Jaxon gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his cold stare. “Look at you, so brazen, so ungrateful. We gave you a roof, food, treated you like family. And this is how you repay us? By hurting our real sister who suffered for years out there?”

The pressure in my chest slid up into my throat, not from his grip, but from the emptiness gnawing at my soul. Parasite. Freeloader. That’s what they branded me now that Selene had returned six months ago.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. “No, Jaxon … I’d never hurt Selene—”

Smack!

Another slap, harder, landed on the same spot. My cheek burned raw, blood trickling from my mouth. This time, it was Heidrich. He’d released Selene and now stood over me, his strike swift and merciless.

“Stop the act. You’re just jealous because Selene’s birthday will be celebrated grandly, while you’re nothing. Face it, Ellenrie, there’ll never be a party for a wolfless like you. Your very presence insults the Mother of the Moon.”

His words gutted me. I never imagined Heidrich, the brother who once shielded me without question, would say something so cruel.

As his curse hung in the air, Selene darted forward, clutching the arm of the broad man with the eyepatch, clinging tightly. Her sobs grew louder, more theatrical, drawing Heidrich and Jaxon’s attention.

“Brothers, please forgive Ellenrie,” she pleaded between broken breaths. “She’s just stressed. She knows if her wolf doesn’t awaken by next month, she’ll have to leave the Pack. Don’t blame her, brother, I’m fine, even if my shoulder hurts so badly…”

Heidrich fussed over her shoulder, though she was perfectly fine. Meanwhile, I bled, my cheek torn, my lips split. Yet they worried only for her.

Selene glanced at me from behind Heidrich’s arm. For a fleeting second, her sobs ceased, and her lips curled into a razor-thin smile. A victorious look that told me I’d already lost.

Then, heavy footsteps echoed again. Alpha Gerald Houff appeared at the doorway, his presence suffocating the room. His aura pressed down on every shred of courage I had left.

“What’s going on here?” His voice was cold.

Selene wasted no time. She ran to him, trembling, her voice breaking. “Father … Ellenrie shoved me to the ground.”

Alpha Gerald’s eyes locked on me, flat and merciless. The warmth he once gave me was gone, replaced only by hatred and bitter disappointment.

“I’ve been patient enough letting you stay under this roof, Ellenrie. Now you’re nothing but a reminder of my past mistake.”

No. Not Father too…

“No, Father, I—”

“Don’t call me that!” His voice thundered. “In five days, we’ll celebrate Selene’s birthday. The entire clan will gather to honor her. You will stay in your room and not taint the ceremony with your presence.”

Father shoved me away with his foot, forcing me to let go. He wouldn’t let me near him, not anymore. Once, he adored me, praised everything I did, couldn’t stand to be apart from me. But now… now he looked at me like I was something filthy. Why, Father … why?

Five days. That date should’ve been my birthday too. But for them, it had become nothing more than a grand celebration of the real daughter’s return. And me? Just a stain, a black mark on their joy, something that shouldn’t even exist in their world anymore.

“I used to see potential in you,” Alpha Gerald spat on the floor beside me. “Now you’re nothing but disgrace to this family.”