Rejected By My Fated Alpha

As soon as I laid eyes on it... I knew it was a forgery.

I brushed Alpha Atharv aside and went back to packing. I couldn’t stand being in this suffocating den any longer, the weight of his alpha aura pressing down on me like a storm cloud.

Unaware of the turmoil he was causing, Alpha Atharv gently took my hand, his touch sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine. “Let’s go see Grandma together,” he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. “Hasn’t she always wanted to meet me?”

“No need,” I replied, shaking off his grip and refusing flatly. His scent—a mix of pine and something sharp—felt like a mockery now, a reminder of what I’d once thought was our bond.

Since Ada’s return, Alpha Atharv hadn’t visited Grandma once. I vividly recalled that stormy night—Nina had mind-linked me, her voice tense as she told me Alpha Atharv was drunk and needed me to pick him up. Opening the door to the pack’s gathering hall, I was met with a scene that shattered whatever fragile hope I had left. There he was, locked in a passionate embrace with Ada, their scents mingling in a way that made my stomach churn. The pack members around us exchanged mocking glances, their whispers cutting into me like claws.

When the kiss finally broke and they noticed my presence, Ada quickly distanced herself from him, her movements deliberate, her scent lingering in the air like a taunt. She twisted her ankle and fell back into his arms, her voice sweet and innocent as she said, “Alpha Atharv was drunk and mistook me for you, Sariah. You should take him home.” But her gaze never left him, full of longing and something darker.

Alpha Atharv ruffled Ada’s hair with a sigh, his alpha tone softening as he said, “Stop moving around, you’re already hurt. I’ll take you to the healer.” Then he turned to me, his expression hardening. “And you, Sariah, who told you to come here? Go back on your own.”

Just like that, they left me stranded at the pack’s estate. I was soaked through, the rain dripping off my hair as I took one humiliating step after another, my wolf whimpering in the back of my mind. I collapsed by the roadside, only to be found by Nina, her scent of rosemary wrapping around me like a shield.

Alpha Atharv didn’t mock me further now; instead, he handed me that letter, his voice gentle yet insistent. “Grandma wants to see me.”

He tenderly patted my head after saying this, his alpha aura softening for a moment. “I know you’re upset with me for not visiting Grandma. Can you give me another chance?”

Reluctantly, I nodded. It was Grandma’s last wish. When she first entered the pack’s healing center, Alpha Atharv was there every day, attentive and dedicated—the perfect alpha mate—bringing her tea, entertaining her with stories of the pack. It comforted Grandma to leave me in his care completely. Even in her final days, she repeatedly advised me to be more understanding of him.

Yet, despite having the time, Alpha Atharv ignored my pleas to visit Grandma, swayed by Ada’s comment: “Alpha Atharv, you pamper Sariah too much. At such an important time, you still take time to visit her grandmother.”

Letting him go now was only for Grandma to finally see his true character.

That evening, while I was arranging things for Grandma, Alpha Atharv’s mind-link came through, his voice commanding and sharp. “Ada wants to join us. Help her get ready. She’s still young and doesn’t know much about these things.”

I clenched my fists, the bond between us twisting painfully in my chest. But I didn’t argue. Not for him, not anymore. This was for Grandma.