Rejected by My Alpha

After the marking ceremony with Waylon Daniels, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, Thalia began preparing homemade meals for him every afternoon. Though their mate bond had grown strained over the years, he never failed to appreciate her cooking—a small comfort in their increasingly distant relationship.

"I’ve been swamped with pack duties lately. I don’t have time. Just order takeout," Waylon’s voice came through the phone, sharp and dismissive, before the line went silent.

Days passed without any word from him. The mate bond between them felt like a frayed thread, its once vibrant energy now dull and distant.

Then, a call came from the pack’s estate, reminding both of them to attend a gathering the next day. Thalia sent Waylon a text about it, but as usual, he didn’t reply.

Deciding to stop by his den, she arrived to find him still in a meeting with his Beta, Alaya Alvarez. "I’ll just wait for him inside," Thalia informed Alaya, stepping toward his private quarters.

"Um..." Alaya hesitated, her voice catching as she moved to block Thalia’s path. "Perhaps you’d prefer to wait in the lounge, Luna?"

"Is there something wrong?" Thalia asked, her tone calm but firm, as she pushed the door open.

Suddenly, a small gray and white blur darted out from the room, startling her.

"Ah!" Thalia exclaimed, stepping back in surprise.

Her eyes widened as she realized it was a wolf pup—a tiny creature with soft fur and bright, curious eyes. Alaya quickly scooped up the pup, holding it gently as she offered an apologetic smile. "My apologies, Luna. I forgot to mention that Alpha Waylon has been caring for a pup in his den."

Thalia’s brow furrowed. Waylon had always been meticulous about his space, never allowing any unnecessary clutter or distractions. He hadn’t even let her keep a small pet at their shared den. Why would he suddenly have a pup here?

Moreover, the pup wore a heart-shaped tag on its collar—an oddly sentimental touch that didn’t align with Waylon’s usual practicality. It looked like something a woman might choose, something that hinted at a presence Thalia hadn’t been aware of.

The thought lingered in her mind as she stepped into Waylon’s den, the weight of their strained bond pressing heavily on her chest.