Rejected by My Alpha

The woman seemed blissfully unaware.

She was playing with the wolf pup in her lap while glancing over at Alpha Waylon Daniels.

"Alpha, look..."

That's when she noticed the sudden shift in his expression.

Sensing his mood, she turned her head to look at Thalia simultaneously with him.

This time, Thalia finally got a clear view of her face.

Just as she had imagined.

Young, lively, beautiful. Her eyes shone with a vibrant energy that only a Delta in her prime could possess.

At that moment, Thalia seemed to understand why Alpha Waylon was so unusually drawn to her.

Because she bore a striking resemblance to his lost mate, Stormi Shaw.

Alpha Waylon had a mate back in college—intelligent, gentle, and charming. Their bond was legendary among the Silver Moon Pack. Their separation drew many sighs and regrets from those around them.

Later, the day before Alpha Waylon and Thalia’s marking ceremony, Stormi was on her way to the rehearsal when she tragically died in a rogue attack.

Their mate bond, Alpha Waylon’s and Thalia’s, began under this shadow.

Over the years, Thalia thought he had moved on.

But clearly, she was wrong...

The young Delta holding the pup had a look of puzzlement, followed by a deep, scrutinizing gaze.

"Beta Alaya, who is this?" she asked, addressing the Beta by her title.

Poor Beta Alaya looked like she wanted to vanish into the floor.

She glanced at the Delta and then at Alpha Waylon before explaining, "This is our Luna."

"Luna?"

The Delta echoed, holding the pup with a faintly amused smile. Her youthful face bore the defiant confidence of someone who knows they're adored by their Alpha.

Clearly, she had known about Thalia all along. Her question was a calculated move.

Alpha Waylon finally snapped out of his stupor and walked briskly toward Thalia.

"Luna, what are you doing here?"

He was flustered, standing in front of her, ostensibly blocking her view of the Delta.

Protective, isn’t he?

"I came to discuss something with you, Alpha," Thalia replied, her voice calm but laced with an edge that only an Alpha's mate could carry.

Alpha Waylon suggested they talk in his den.

Really, it was just a brief statement on Thalia’s part. But it seemed he was worried she’d make a scene with his little fling, so he hastily opened the den door for her.