Rejected by My Fated Alpha

Azalea Sanders was waiting for me at the edge of the pack’s territory.

The chilly wind bit at my skin, and I hurried to meet her.

But when I looked up, I saw the concern in her eyes.

"Is Alpha Raphael here to claim Ximena as his mate?"

I froze for a moment.

Suddenly, I remembered—Azalea had asked me the same question in my past life.

Back then, I had been so heartbroken that I gave her a vague answer before retreating to my room.

Now, thinking about it, the one who had been even more distressed than me was my mother.

A warmth spread through my chest, and I gently patted Azalea’s hand.

"Azalea, I don’t care for Alpha Raphael. Please don’t worry about me."

She seemed ready to say more, but when she saw the clarity in my eyes, the sincerity in my tone, she finally relaxed a little.

That night, Ximena came to find me.

She was dressed in a striking red gown, her scent sharp and overpowering, even in the darkness.

Her lips curved into a smirk, her voice as sweet as honey but laced with venom.

"Quincy, do you know why I happened to pass by that day?"

She fixed her gaze on me, her words light but cutting.

"I did it on purpose. I can’t stand to see you happy, and I certainly can’t stand to see that little wretch Azalea happy. If you’re in pain, she’ll be in pain too.

"Everything you love, I can take it from you. Even if I don’t want it, I have the power to make sure it’s always thinking of me, always longing for me!"

I stared back at her, the silence between us thick with tension.

From the smallest things—clothes, trinkets—to the biggest, like mates, even the stray wolf pup I had found as a child, Ximena had taken it all.

But the things I cherished, she despised.

I would never forget the moment my pup, bloodied and broken, lay dying in my arms. With its last bit of strength, it nuzzled my hand, whimpering softly, as if to say it was in pain.

It hurt, and I hurt more.

Ximena said the next target would be my mother.

I knelt before her, my voice trembling. "Please, show some mercy."

And so, Azalea and I were sent away to a small, distant pack for five long years.

I knew she wouldn’t let me go.

So, she took my "heart’s desire" too.

I looked at her now and let out a sigh.

I spoke, my voice steady.

"Yes, I did love him."

So please, Ximena, never let him go.

Alpha Raphael, I reject you as my mate.