Rejected by My Fated Alpha

As soon as I arrived at the Silver Moon Pack headquarters, my phone buzzed with a notification from Alpha Caleb. He sent over images of two movie ticket stubs. Clearly, he was trying to patch things up, knowing full well that the future alliance with the Armani Pack hinged on the trade agreement I had negotiated.

"We haven’t caught a movie together in forever. How about tonight?" he messaged.

After a moment’s thought, I replied, "The pack’s trade council isn’t swamped tonight. I can meet you at the theater after work."

I planned to use this movie outing to talk about severing our mate bond. But after finishing my duties, I noticed Vera, a Delta, hopping into Alpha Caleb’s car once again. Minutes later, another message popped up: "Something urgent came up at the packhouse. You head to the theater on your own."

I didn’t hang around. I headed straight to the pack’s legal advisor to draft the formal rejection of our mate bond. By the time I made it to the theater district, the film Alpha Caleb had picked was already halfway through. A romantic movie—my least favorite, but I always stuck it out for him.

I snagged a ticket for a different screening and grabbed dinner before heading back to the pack territory.

Flipping through Instagram later, I stumbled on a picture Vera posted. She was at a swanky restaurant—steak and red wine on the table—with two hands clasped across it. Only the hands were visible, but I instantly recognized them as hers and Alpha Caleb’s. The caption read, "Reciprocated love is the best gift. Thanks, love, for the special present."

Not long after I got home, Alpha Caleb returned as well. "I got you a scarf, check it out," he said, his voice carrying that commanding tone he always used when he wanted to assert his dominance.

Whenever he broke a promise, he’d try to smooth things over with a gift. And every time, I’d act thrilled, fussing over it to his delight. Alpha Caleb never tired of this routine.

"Just toss it in the closet," I replied casually, my voice steady despite the tension in the room.

Alpha Caleb bristled at my unexpected response. "Luna Amelie, I messed up tonight, but I got you a gift. Why are you acting like this?"

"Alpha Caleb, isn’t that scarf just a giveaway?" I asked, observing how his face reddened with anger, his Alpha aura flaring slightly.

"What are you implying, Luna Amelie?" he growled, his voice low and threatening.

I used to never question his gifts, interpreting anything from him as a sign of affection. But now, having received the formal rejection papers from the pack’s legal advisor, I didn’t bother to look up. "It’s nothing."

Alpha Caleb thought a tantrum would make me cave, but this time, despite his icy glare and the oppressive weight of his Alpha presence, I remained composed. After verifying the agreement with the legal advisor, I finally shut off my phone.

"Alpha Caleb, the label on that scarf says 'Not for Sale.' Do you really need me to spell it out? I’m not interested in leftover promo items."

"Luna Amelie, who do you think you are? You spend all day tucked away in the trade council, acting like you have a clue! I was being thoughtful with that scarf, but if you’re not interested, fine!" His voice boomed, the Alpha tone reverberating through the room, but I didn’t flinch.

Ignoring Alpha Caleb’s further protests, I got up and headed to the guest bedroom. With the rejection decided, I wouldn’t let his words affect me anymore. My wolf stirred faintly in the back of my mind, a quiet reminder of the bond I was about to sever, but I pushed the thought aside.

I stayed in the guest room the rest of the night, and Alpha Caleb didn’t come looking for me either.