Rejected By My Alpha Mate

I remember when I was seventeen, I went to drop off some training gear for him at the pack’s training grounds. The scent of sweat and pine lingered in the air, a reminder of the countless hours we’d spent there together.

To my surprise, I found Emilia cornering Rohan in the locker room, her voice trembling with desperation. “Alpha Rohan,” she began, her tone pleading, “I’ve had a crush on you since middle school. Can’t you just be with me?”

I quickly backed into a corner, trying to remain unnoticed. My heart raced, not just from the fear of being caught eavesdropping, but from the tension in the air. Emilia was an Omega, like me, and her vulnerability was palpable.

Rohan’s response was cold, his alpha tone sharp and unyielding. “Your feelings for me are your concern, not mine. Step aside.”

Emilia refused to back down. She clung to his hand, tears welling up in her eyes. “Don’t be so harsh. Please, don’t ignore me. It’s really breaking my heart.”

Rohan didn’t soften. He pulled his hand away and looked down at her, his expression unreadable. “I’m interested in someone else. Keeping healthy boundaries is important, isn’t it?”

She stood there, stunned, tears sparkling in her eyes. Her shoulders slumped, and for a moment, she looked like a wounded pup. Then, without another word, she wiped her tears and bolted away.

As I watched her leave, I couldn’t help but think how cold Rohan could be. He was the future Alpha of the Reed Pack, and his dominance was unmatched, but sometimes it felt like he wielded his power without mercy.

Somehow, he’d snuck up behind me, his presence overwhelming even before he spoke. “Quite the spectacle, huh?” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me. “Aren’t you going to compliment me?”

“You’re really cold-hearted,” I replied, though there was no real bite in my words.

He flashed a mischievous smile, the kind that always made my stomach flutter. “Malia, what can I say? You’re the only one I adore.”

“So, you have to love only me, okay?” I said, half-joking, half-serious.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. The fresh minty scent of him filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the training grounds. It was a scent that always reminded me of him—strong, commanding, and yet, in moments like this, tender.

“Only you,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me. It was a kiss that captured the spirited essence of youth, a promise of something unspoken but deeply felt.

In that moment, I realized what it meant to be treasured unconditionally by someone. This must be it. For all his dominance and power, for all the weight of his future role as Alpha, Rohan had chosen me. And in the world of werewolves, where hierarchy and loyalty were everything, that choice felt like a gift I didn’t deserve but couldn’t imagine living without.