Rejected by My Fated Alpha

Four years into our mate bond, Gregory, the Alpha of the White Pack, took me on a run through the dense forests near our territory. It was supposed to be a chance to reconnect, to remind ourselves of the bond we once shared. But that night, he left me alone in the woods to pick up Amaris, a Delta from our pack, from the airport. A sudden storm rolled in, and as I tried to make my way back to the packhouse, I slipped and broke my leg. I don’t know how many times I mind-linked Gregory before he finally answered.

“Adele, can’t you stop calling? It’s just a bit of rain. Can’t you stay in the clearing?” Amaris’s voice echoed in my mind, her tone dripping with mockery.

“The sky looks crystal clear; where’s the rain?” I shot back, my voice trembling with pain and frustration.

“Don’t mind her; she’s always so dramatic,” Gregory interjected, his tone dismissive.

I wanted to say more, but the mind-link had already been severed. The pain in my leg was nothing compared to the despair in my heart. This four-year bond felt truly over.

By the time the pack’s warriors found me and brought me to the healer’s den, I had already lost consciousness. When I woke up, Gregory was nowhere to be seen.

“Thankfully, you were brought in on time. You’re going to be fine, but you should contact your family,” the healer kindly reminded me as she noticed I was awake.

Even though I’d been contemplating letting go of these past four years, Gregory’s indifference made my heart ache inexplicably. Gregory was listed as my emergency contact; the warriors must have notified him. Yet, he probably dismissed this as just another of my supposed stunts to get him back.

I hobbled through the discharge process, ready to return to the packhouse for some quiet recovery. At home, Gregory was still absent. Looking at the cast on my leg, I mind-linked Ellis, the Beta of the White Pack and my trusted advisor.

“Have the Gamma handle the pack affairs for now. If any important decisions need my attention, bring them to my quarters.”

Just as I finished giving instructions, Gregory returned.

“For now, I’m not going to the office,” I said, my voice cold.

Seeing me end the mind-link, Gregory immediately started probing.

“Where are you going if you’re not going to the office?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

I looked at him, pointed at the thick cast on my leg.

“Home.”

Gregory followed my gaze and finally noticed my leg. He seemed to struggle believing I was truly injured.

“Adele, I told you to stay put in the clearing. You got hurt because you didn’t listen.”

Gregory immediately deflected any blame and went on to accuse me, showing no concern for the severity of my injury. Unlike usual, I quietly sat there, listening to him berate me.

Perhaps sensing something unusual, Gregory noticed my lack of reaction.

“I mind-linked the healer. Your leg will be fine as long as you rest at home.”

To Gregory, my fracture was merely an inconvenience requiring a few days lying in my quarters. I responded with a simple “Mm,” acknowledging his words.

Since waking up in the healer’s den, I hadn’t eaten anything. As I struggled to get up, Gregory supported me.

“I’m kind of hungry,” I explained.

“I’ll handle it.”

This was Gregory’s offer to cook something for me. In our four years as mates, he’d rarely ventured into the kitchen. I didn’t object and settled back onto the couch.

He was a stranger to kitchen duties, rummaging around until he found a pot and decided to make some frozen ravioli. Just as the water started boiling, Gregory’s phone rang.

“Amaris, don’t worry, I’m on my way!” he exclaimed, his voice urgent.

Gregory hastily turned off the stove and rushed out to get dressed.

“Amaris thinks there might be a rogue near her house. I need to check it out. Just order some delivery for yourself!” he shouted as he grabbed his jacket.

The ordeal of supposed rogues at Amaris’s place occurred so often; usually, it turned out her cat could open doors or had gone missing. We’ve argued countless times over this, but Gregory always excused it by saying Amaris had psychological issues and bothering the patrols frequently wasn’t good.

“Is it her cat again?” I barely managed to ask before the door slammed shut.

Feeling empty inside, I hopped to the kitchen on one leg to finish cooking the ravioli myself. After cleaning up, I mind-linked Ellis again.

“Help me draft a divorce agreement, and do it quickly.”

My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, her voice weak but resolute. *He’s not worth it, Adele. Let him go.*

For the first time in years, I agreed with her.