The Beta's Rejected Daughter (Fiona) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

For a long moment, no one spoke. The entire chamber—Alpha, Luna, elders, and guards—stood frozen in disbelief. They couldn’t believe the weak, submissive girl, who was ready to serve and sacrifice every second was the same girl saying this.

Before that vision, I would do anything to please anyone. A good girl who doesn’t mind washing Lydia clothes and dishes just to get a little validation from her family.

I stood there, ashamed and angry at my former self.

“You are really giving up your title, your name? Royalty and everything?” The Alpha asked surprised, and I nodded without hesitation. “Thank you all.”

I bowed, turned on my heel and walked toward the exit.

Behind me, I heard the sharp intake of breath from Mother, the whispered gasp from one of the elders.

But I didn’t stop.

Each step felt lighter and with every stride, something heavy and suffocating slipped off my shoulders. The invisible chain that had bound me for years finally snapped.

I reached house, my eyes flicking through every corner as I took in the place that had been a nightmare on earth. A mansion that was once my solace, loved and protected by my parents and brothers, until they realized I was different.

A Beta without a wolf. Being a late shifter when you are from the royal family was a shame, everyone murmuring and laughing behind your back.

The only people that should love and support you till you get your wolf was meant to be your family. But mine bullied me more. They spat at me and grimaced anytime I was with them. They couldn’t even pretend to care.

It hurt more and now I am done. They can have Lydia who they wished was their sister.

They all came back moments later, as I was walking down the stairs toward the sitting room with my small brown suitcase in one hand, and a plain satchel was slung across my shoulder. My boots clicked against the polished floor, defiant in the ringing stillness.

The entire Beta family stared at me—my father stiff, my mother face pale, my brothers silent, and Lydia stood there like a wounded dove in silk.

“Fiona, what do you think you’re doing?” Father barked, finally snapping out of his stupor.

I gave him a cold glance. “Leaving.”

His jaw tightened. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious, Beta Corvin,” I said flatly, calling his name instead of Dad for the first time. “Isn’t this what you all wanted? For me to disappear so your perfect daughter can keep her crown?”

A faint smirk touched my lips. I could almost hear the relief rushing through Lydia’s veins. She couldn’t believe her plan had worked. That I was really walking away, no fight, no pleading, no more inconvenient truth or fight from me to ruin her image.

Her face, however, was still a masterpiece of pity and innocence, acting guilty.

She turned to the others with tearful eyes and trembling hands. “Please, don’t let her go. I never wanted this! I only wanted peace between us. If anyone should be leaving, it should be me! I don’t mind.”

She clutched at Damon’s sleeve, her voice breaking with perfect sorrow. “She must be heartbroken after everything. Please, go talk to her. Don’t let her leave like this!”

Damon’s face was tight, a mix of pride and discomfort.

Lance frowned. “You shouldn’t be alone out there. It’s dangerous beyond the gates and without our name you’re vulnerable to everybody. Have you forgotten you don’t have a wolf?.”

Jake looked down, his voice small. “Maybe she just needs time.”

Their concern was hollow and I could tell they were just trying not to look so wicked.

I dragged the suitcase toward the grand doors, the sound of its wheels echoing in the shocked silence. “Stop the fake love. You have your beloved Lydia to care and worry.”

Father’s temper snapped. “Fine! Leave! Walk out that door and don’t come back. As far as I’m concerned, I have no wolfless daughter!”

His words were like thunder—loud, cruel, and brittle with wounded pride.

Did he think I would cry? Beg to stay?

He still didn’t understand I was past the point of breaking.

Mother’s voice cracked sharply. “Enough, Corvin!”

She stepped forward and held me, her expression softening as she looked at me. “Fiona, wait—don’t do this. You’re angry now but will regret it. Just… calm down, and we’ll talk better.”

Her voice shook, caught between guilt and fear—fear of losing the daughter she had once loved before it all turned to irritation and shame.

“I’m calm and won’t regret it. I’ll be happier out of here,” I said simply.

The quiet in my tone unsettled her more than shouting ever could.

Lydia’s sobs filled the air again, trembling and delicate. “How will I live with this guilt that my existence was the reason she left? What should I do so she will forgive me? I already apologized and will give up whatever crown I had so she would forgive me.”Her voice was honeyed, her eyes teary but they sparked with victory when they met mine.

“Spare me the act,” I said, low but clear.

Lydia froze, lips trembling just enough to look wounded. “I only wanted to fix things.”

I tilted my head slightly. “No, you wanted to win. Congratulations—you did.”

A stunned silence followed.

Lance muttered, “This is going too far.”

“Let her talk whatever is in her mind,” Damon said sharply, though his eyes never left mine. Mother held my hand again. “Fiona, you are my daughter. Don’t throw everything away because of this.”

I turned to her, softening just enough to meet her gaze. “You carried me, yes. But you never saw me. You saw Lydia—every version of her. The fragile one, the innocent one, the golden one. I was just the reminder of everything you didn’t want to see in yourself.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but I didn’t stop. “I begged for scraps of affection and you gave me silence. I tried to please you, and you called it shameful. I stayed quiet, and you called it weakness. There’s no version of me that’s ever been enough for you, for this family.”

“Fiona,” she whispered, “that’s not true—”

“It is,” I said. “But don’t worry. You won’t have to deal with your disappointment anymore.”

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