Rejected by My Fated Alpha

That night, Alpha Devon didn’t return to the packhouse—it was the first time he’d stayed out all night. My calls to him went unanswered until, finally, he picked up, his voice hurried and breathless. “Eileen, I’m at the airport. There’s an emergency pack meeting overseas. The signal’s weak—I’ll explain when I’m back.”

Before I could respond, he hung up, and when I tried to call again, his phone was off. My wolf stirred uneasily in the back of my mind, a low whimper escaping her. I pushed her down, refusing to let her doubts take root.

Over the next few days, Alpha Devon remained absent, sending only brief messages through the pack’s mind link. “Busy with pack business. Take care of yourself,” he’d say. When I pressed for a return date, he’d reply, “Complications. Need a few more days.” He didn’t mention that the hotel had sent me a reservation confirmation for five nights.

I told myself he needed space, that perhaps he’d come back to me, to us. I loved him, so I chose to believe him, to give him a chance. But what I got in return was betrayal so cold it froze the bond between us.

When I finally reached him, my voice was ice. “Alpha Devon, if you’re not coming back, then don’t come back at all.”

His voice crackled through the mind link, tinged with panic. “Eileen, calm down. I’ll return immediately. Wait for me!”

I severed the link, my body aching from the recent appendectomy. The pain in my side mirrored the ache in my heart. I drifted into a restless sleep, waking to an empty packhouse. He hadn’t returned.

The door creaked open, and there he stood, Alpha Devon, his tall, muscular frame filling the doorway. He carried two bags of groceries, his dark eyes bright with a smile that once melted me. “Eileen, I’m back!” he announced, holding up the bags. “Fresh sea bass. Perfect for fish soup.”

My heart softened for a moment—had he rushed back to care for me? But then he added, “Alaina’s stomach has been sensitive. She needs something light.”

My heart plummeted, the warmth replaced by a chilling void. My wolf snarled silently, but I silenced her.

“I’ve just had surgery, Alpha Devon. Fish soup isn’t suitable for me,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.

He paused, then shrugged. “Oh, right. The soup’s for Alaina. She’s been unwell.”

Before I could respond, Alaina’s voice drifted in from the doorway. “Devon, why does your packhouse have so many stairs? It’s exhausting.”

She stepped inside, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her delicate features framed by a soft smile. She wore a light-blue Victorian-style dress—the one Alpha Devon had chosen for our anniversary. My stomach churned.

“Oh, Eileen, you’re here too?” she said sweetly. “Join us for fish soup.”

Alpha Devon’s expression shifted awkwardly. “Eileen, I didn’t want Alaina to be alone, so I brought her here.”

“This is our packhouse,” I said, my voice sharp. “Alpha Devon, have you no shame? What do you take me for?”

“What’s your problem?!” he snapped, slamming the fish onto the counter. “She’s unwell. Can’t you show a little compassion?”

I laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. My wolf growled, her pain echoing mine. “Compassion? For her? For you?”

“Eileen!” he shouted, his alpha tone commanding, but I didn’t flinch. He turned to Alaina, his voice softening. “Are you alright? Don’t let her upset you.”

I sank onto the couch, the pain in my side unbearable. My vision blurred, but I refused to let them see me break.

Alaina placed a hand on Alpha Devon’s arm, her touch lingering. “I’m fine, Devon. Eileen’s just recovering. I understand.”

“How thoughtful,” he murmured, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “Unlike some people.”

I closed my eyes, biting back the bile rising in my throat. “The rejection papers are on the table. Sign them.”

Alpha Devon froze, his eyes narrowing as he picked up the documents. “Eileen, what is this?”

“Rejection,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “I, Eileen, Delta of the Silvermoon Pack, reject you, Devon, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, as my mate.”

His face paled, his alpha aura flaring. “You’d really reject me over this?”

“Yes,” I said, meeting his gaze without hesitation. “Alpha Devon, search your heart. How have I treated you all these years? When have I ever failed you?”

He stood silent, his lips trembling, but no words came.

My wolf growled softly, her pain mingling with mine. But for the first time, I felt a flicker of strength. This was the end.