Rejected By My Alpha Mate

The drive back was silent except for the soft hum of instrumental music. Darwin, ever the reserved Delta, rarely spoke unless necessary, and I wasn’t in the mood for conversation either. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, though I kept them tightly locked away.

“Malia, if you ever…” Darwin began, his voice low and tentative, but he was interrupted by the sharp buzz of his phone. He glanced at the screen and answered, his brow furrowing as he listened. It was James.

“Malia, the future Alpha’s gotten into a fight,” James said, his voice tense through the speaker.

Darwin’s jaw tightened, and he stepped on the gas. By the time we arrived at the pack’s gathering hall, the commotion had settled. From the doorway, I could see Rohan. His face was flushed—whether from adrenaline, alcohol, or both—and he sat sprawled on a couch, his arm draped possessively around a young Omega. She ducked her head shyly as he tilted her chin up, planting a kiss on her lips. The pack members around them erupted into cheers, though their laughter felt forced, uneasy.

One of the pack warriors, a Delta I recognized, leaned toward Rohan, his voice tentative. “Future Alpha, weren’t you planning to take Malia as your mate?”

Another chimed in, “Why are you with another girl?”

Rohan’s expression darkened, his Alpha aura flaring in a way that made the room grow colder. “When did I ever say I was going to take her as my mate?” he snapped, his voice sharp enough to silence the crowd.

The Delta hesitated, glancing around as if searching for support. “But the girl you’re holding… she looks a lot like Malia.”

Rohan slammed his glass down on the table, the sound echoing through the hall. His Alpha tone cut through the air like a blade. “Don’t ever mention that name in my presence again. From today, this is your future Luna. Make sure to greet her properly.”

The pack members exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared to challenge him. The Omega in his arms looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and uncertainty.

I couldn’t stay and watch any longer. Turning on my heel, I headed for the door, my chest tight with a mix of anger and hurt. As I stepped outside, I nearly collided with James, who had just arrived.

“Malia,” he said, his voice tinged with concern. “What’s going on? Is he hurt? Does he need the pack healer?”

I didn’t answer, but James glanced past me into the hall. His eyes landed on Rohan, who was now nuzzling the Omega’s neck in the same way he used to do with me. James’s expression hardened, and he stepped back outside, muttering a curse under his breath.

“He’s lost his damn mind,” James said, his voice low and furious. “Malia, I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d go this far.”

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. The future Alpha’s rejection wasn’t just personal—it was a public declaration, a reminder of my place in the pack hierarchy. An Omega like me was never meant to stand beside an Alpha like him. And now, everyone knew it.