Rejected and Reclaimed-Mated to the Alpha King

Alpha Garrick immediately let go of my hand and cleared his throat.

“Amber,” he immediately met her lips. They kissed passionately as if I, his mate, wasn’t there.

My sister only recognized that I was there when she noticed my bluish silver dress, a stark contrast to her metallic red dress.

“Fiona!” My sister chirped, linking his arms to Alpha Garrick. My nose flared. “I’m glad you finally met my boyfriend—and fiancé—Alpha Garrick.”

I said nothing. All I can say is nothing. I’m speechless, utterly fucking speechless and stupid to believe that my dream of escaping will one day come true. Just when I thought I could escape this hellhole, I was pushed by Amber—who sent me straight plunging deeper into this shithole.

Amber said more about my birthday, the party, where she got her dress. But it was all inaudible to me. I hear none of it and just let my hatred take over—especially when it seems my mate has no plan to tell my sister about what’s between us.

Amber flipped her hair, “Fiona got her dress inspired from—”

“He’s my mate,” I blurted out without a second thought. Both of them froze as if astounded to hear a dead wolf speak all of a sudden. “Alpha Garrick of the Stoneheart Pack is my mate, Amber.”

I swallowed and inhaled deeply, preparing my cheek for a mighty slap.

But there was no slap. A maniac laughter invaded my ears instead.

“Dream on, Fiona. No one gives a shit in this pack that Alpha Garrick is your mate—nor do they care if you have a fucking mate. But you will never be able to take him away from me. As long as I’m alive, as long as Alpha Talon is alive, you never will.”

Anger is now bright on her face, painting her eyes with pure rage and fury.

“Then perhaps I just have to kill both of you,” I joked and choked on a laugh.

But it only made Amber angry more and this time, a slap finally hit me. When I looked at her straight in the eye, she finished me off with another slap on the other side of my face.

“Reject her, Garrick,” she pleaded to my mate. She used her begging voice, the same voice she used for our father when she wanted something taken away from me—and paired it with her fake crying. “REJECT HER, PLEASE!”

I can’t believe she really did that in front of me. My sister being my ultimate rival with Alpha Garrick...I guess I stand no chance at all.

“Fiona...” The way his voice instantly shifted from being polite to being stern is insane. “I, Alpha Garrick of the Stoneheart Pack, reject you, Fiona, youngest daughter of Alpha Talon of the Nightshade Pack.”

Mira screamed in pain and I fell to the ground. By the look on his face, his wolf is hurting too. I have no choice, rejecting him will save me from my father’s whip. “I, Fiona, youngest daughter of Alpha Talon of the Nightshade Pack, accept your rejection, Alpha Garrick of the Stoneheart Pack.”

And when I finished those words, I rolled to the ground, shrieking in pain.

Alpha Garrick remained standing, though he was clutching his chest, his screams were far softer and less gut-wrenching compared to mine.

My sister immediately grabbed two glasses of champagne from the passing waitress. Everyone looked at me like I'm the source of entertainment tonight. “One for you, my lovely sister.”

I took a sip. But the sight of my sister kissing him passionately and touching him intimately after rejecting me...I let myself descend into madness.

I emptied half of the glass and threw the remaining wine to her face.

Before she could scream, I forced myself up and sprinted far away. I ran away from my birthday party, away from the music. I ran away from the Nightshade Pack.

I forced my feet to run away as fast as I could until I found myself wandering in the woods. Damp earthy scent met the darkness of the forest that even the moonlight barely passed through the thick canopy of trees.

Even with all what happened on my eighteenth birthday, I still knew the road to my cottage, the place where I constantly ran to when my father or sister beat me up. It was the only place in the world where I could be myself, away from anyone’s eyes, where I spent lots of time healing myself since childhood.

I entered and unlocked the door with the key I always hang around my neck. The cottage was the same, it looked the same and felt the same: my home in the heart of nowhere.

I crawled to bed even with this ridiculous dress. With its familiar scent and peaceful surroundings, I drowned my sorrows and anger into a nice good sleep.

I woke up to the smell of something burning, smoky air stinging my eyes and rendering me breathless. Huge, bright orange lights were dancing in the corner of my sight—

Fire. The cottage was on fire. All around me was on fire.

 “Help! Help me!”

I rushed to the door but it was locked from the outside. I crawled back to the bed. Every bone in my body screamed in pain. I’m too weak to move.

I blinked and realized that the last thing I drank was the champagne my sister gave me. Fuck. The champagne, the unexplainable pounding in my head, the lock outside the door...my sister did this to me. Taking my mate away from me wasn’t enough for her. She was willing to kill me.

This made me realize that perhaps being rejected is the lesser evil. Amber is the greatest evil.

“We’re a minute away from passing out,” Mira said to me, my wolf whimpering yet again.

I was about to reply when a mighty kick sent the door flying open, revealing a towering male figure.