Rejected by My Alpha

Waylon’s reply was brief, catching Thalia off guard. He seemed to have more to say, but she had already ended the call. Unable to express himself over the phone, he resorted to texting her.

*“I’m coming back with a surprise for you. Is there anything you’d like?”*

It was his way of smoothing things over, testing the waters. After Waylon’s Instagram post the previous night, one of his Beta, Alaya Alvarez, had noticed and commented.

*“Alpha, aren’t you worried Luna will find out and go ballistic?”*

Waylon’s response was swift and dismissive. *“What else could she possibly do?”*

Even through the screen, Thalia could sense the Alpha’s scornful tone. He seemed to have forgotten that she had added Alaya on WhatsApp months ago and could see their exchange.

In the past, Thalia would have erupted—crying, shouting, making threats. Her love for Waylon had once been obsessive, and whenever another female werewolf entered his life, she had prepared for battle. It had always annoyed him.

For three years, they had tormented each other, yet remained bound by the mate bond, though the distance between them grew. When they underwent the marking ceremony, Thalia had told herself, *Despite everything, I’ll spend my life with him.* But now, after only three years, she felt utterly exhausted.

Calmly, Thalia liked Waylon’s post and turned off her phone to sleep. When she woke up, the post had disappeared. Shortly after, he called, claiming his flight had been delayed.

She checked the flight status. The weather in the city he was in was perfect; no delays were reported. The only plausible excuse involved the faint voice of a girl in the background of his call. Thalia couldn’t think of another reason.

The weight of his betrayal settled heavily on her chest, but this time, she didn’t cry. Instead, she felt a cold detachment, a quiet resolve forming in the depths of her heart. Her wolf stirred faintly, a low growl of discontent echoing in her mind, but Thalia silenced it. She had no energy left for battles—not with Waylon, not with his indiscretions, and certainly not with the pack’s whispers.

She glanced at the framed picture of their marking ceremony on the wall, the memory of that day now tainted by the shadow of Stormi Shaw and the lingering presence of Emmie Anderson. Thalia turned away, her jaw set. She was done fighting for a bond that had long since begun to wither.